It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for
someone on board the castle ship to sneeze and learn that they were allergic to
some weird alien product. Pidge had discovered within the first week on board
that she would break out in hives if she used Altean shampoo, which was
resolved by landing on a planet and buying a year’s supply of different
shampoo. Hunk discovered that Coran’s mustache wax made him itchy if he came
into contact with it.
But when Keith sneezed seven times
in a row and then proceeded to hack his lungs out for a solid minute, everyone
whipped around in surprise.
“What are you allergic to?” Hunk groaned in exasperation. Every time they
discovered a paladin was allergic to something (or Allura, for that matter, who
had learned that Earth’s cotton did not agree with her skin after a mishap with
the laundry), they had to take extra precautions to keeping it away from said
Keith moaned miserably and plopped
his head into his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know,” he
grumbled, staring at the ground like it had personally offended him. “I’m not
even near anything unusual.”
“Seriously?” Lance managed to
laugh. “Dude, that was so not an allergic reaction.”
Keith shot Lance a suspicious look.
“Have you ever been sick?” Pidge
asked, a small smile forming at the corners of her lips.
Communism is not a new mode of production; it is the affirmation of a new community. It is a question of being, of life, if only because there is a fundamental displacement: from generated activity to the living being who produced it. Until now men and women have been alienated by this production. They will not gain mastery over production, but will create new relations among themselves which will determine an entirely different activity.
Haha I think something malfunctioned at the TV station that was airing it and the commercial’s audio was slowed down, but it sounds super creepy like a demon or alien or something but also really funny since it’s playing over a really bright upbeat commercial