not bad either! i wonder if we can ever explain how the brain comes up with this shit.
i was in charge of building a temporary colosseum for Putin who was something like a roman emperor.

was a modern setting though and the colosseum was like a stage for an event. the base was stone like the colosseum in rome but on top it had a core of gray ABS plastic like the pipes. covered in gray clay and green turf or rolled sod on top. the event was finished and i was in a hurry to disassemble the colosseum again. standing on top high up i personally took off the turf layer and scraped down the thick layer of clay revealing some of the ABS core while lots of construction workers were busy with the stone foundation. after a while Putin called me to his palace and told me he wants to hold another festival. he wore a white roman toga and appeared bored and disinterested. i thought man ive just begun disassembling this shit and asked him how soon he wanted to hold the next festival. i was shown a diagram in a medieval book displaying the circle of the moon from full to half in a 90° angle. new moon and the other half were missing. from this i somehow concluded i had 4 days. at first that seemed plenty but then i did some dream math and figured it would be a close call. i tried to tell Putin id do my best but could not promise the colosseum would be ready by then. i thought im an idiot why did i rush to tear down the construction so quickly to begin with? then i woke up.
fuck man - why would i ever work for Putin of all people?