Sod interns, I need a slave.

I have been rummaging about in the loft for the couple of slaves I keep up there. Luckily they were still there, not looking too happy but willing to work nonetheless.

I’ve been spoilt recently and have forgotten what a pita it is to work with those little suckers. Temperemental, unreliable and easily lost.

Maybe there is something to be said for interns after all…I could get one (or three) to fire my flashes for me when I shout ‘Fire!’

That’s bound to work, nyet?