The Prank Detente is Threatened

Unfortunately Jim detected the security camera I bought within six hours of its installation. This is partly because my roommate is paranoid and doesn’t trust me as much as my innate integrity merits, but mostly because I purchased the cheapest possible camera, which extends past the cupboard by an inch like an ominous blinking tin can. Retrospectively I should have purchased the $40 webcam from the Spy Museum’s gift shop– that unit is much smaller and hardly detectable.

The Jim Cam is a legitimate security precaution. I’m leaving for Scotland tomorrow for two weeks, and needed to ensure that Jim 1. Doesn’t mess with my room, 2. Doesn’t kill Montez, my fish, and 3. Doesn’t use my bathroom because I keep it more pristine and fresh than Jim’s bathroom. I’m mostly concerned about what he might do to my room.

Incidentally, I only bought one Jim Cam, although I cleverly labeled it “Jim Cam #3” so that he would assume I stashed other cameras throughout our apartment. This would presumably deter Jim from messing around in my room, and also keep him too preoccupied looking for surveillance devices to wreak revenge on my fish. Montez.

The affects of the Jim Cam’s discovery are yet to be seen. Jim and I signed a Prank Detente shortly before his trip to the national partisan conventions, wherein we agreed to adhere to a Mutually Assured Prank Doctrine within the apartment when either party is gone. Jim knew that he would be gone for two weeks covering the conventions, and that I would get bored and lonely and otherwise funnel those emotions into setting booby traps in his room. So he pointed out my impending Scottish adventures and assured me that he would refrain from pranks during my fortnight abroad if I ceased hilarity in his absence.

I wish to stress (mostly to Jim, who is presumably reading this) that the Jim Cam installation occurred while both parties were present in the apartment, thus happening outwith the confines of the Prank Detente.

Jim seemed calm and composed when he found the Jim Cam. Eerily so. In fact he seems unusually chipper, which I find sinister and disturbing. If Jim is smiling for more than an hour without explaining why, it’s because something you love is about to burst into flames. Observe the chart below:

Jim was a good sport about everything and even gave me some beer tonight in preparation for my impending travels. He’s graciously offered to run MightyHeaton.com in my absence so that you, the reader, may enjoy high quality humorous content until I return.