Don’t say fish net communist. Don’t say fishnet communist.

I’m the door communist, lotta bolts on that door, someone’s gotta make sure they’re properly maintained. You don’t wanna go through all the rigmarole of peeking through an eye slot to ask the password and then opening the door when the correct one is given only for the latch to catch, leaving your comrade milling around on the doorstep like an awkward bugger, and the damn thing won’t budge, and you ask for help but all these lazy sods have decided they have better things to do, and now you’ve embarrassed the whole cell in front of the new guy.

Fuck that, that’s why I keep the screws tight and the bolts lubed.