What happens when Malum gives into her incredible hubris and insists on putting 7 people in the Oldest House's emergency shelters, despite Queenie and Boneslaw's protests? Surely it wouldn't lead to anything bad, or terrible, or leave them exposed to whatever the fuck is happening outside!!!!!

"Mhm, that's right folks, thaaat's right, House shift on the way, so you know what that means..." Malum ushered another two, three, four of her coworkers into the black rock bunker, her voice authoritative and her smile perfectly confident, "...into the bunker you go, uh huh, uh huh...you know what, I think we got room for one...more! Perfect, stay safe, and we'll see you on the other side!"

Boneslaw hadn't said much while the scene unfolded, having wanted to see precisely what was happening before interjecting; "You know, when you said you wanted to cram seven people into one of those things, I was so sure you were talking about, y'know, us and four more people."

Malum's expression bordered on insult as she turned over her shoulder, waiting for the secure ka-chunk of the safe room's pneumatic seal before scoffing, "God no, I read the interdepartmental memos - I want to see what happens, not be a part of it."

"And, uh, did this plan of yours involve us finding a second bunker to duck into?" Queenie asked, struggling - as always - with the awkward straps of the amplifier hung over her chest. "Cuz I read those memos too, and let me tell you, I am not ready for a puppet that looks like me to show up as a cautionary tale in the next Threshold Kids episode..."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!