I don’t need something shoved up my ass, thanks.
I'm sorry -- he's trying to do what, now?
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I don’t need something shoved up my ass, thanks.
I'm sorry -- he's trying to do what, now?
Keep the creepy therapist away from me.
You need the medical assistance.
Hey, dickface.
What?
I'd like to order hydrotherapy treatments for Abel Miller and Leviathan Westfield, with your approval.
Abel Miller is not to be touched. By all means, lay your grubby hands on Westfield in whichever way you'd like, however. He needs the attention. And while you're at it, Days needs a little bit of psychiatric assistance. I hear he hasn't been taking his medicine.
That’s what prostitutes do. Or you could ask Alexandr if you’re looking for someone that is easy. I, on the other hand, had murder on my mind.
Cool story. But what I want outweighs what you want.
I consider it boredom. Do you know what happens when I am bored?
You get on my desk and spread your legs?
It depends on the situation, really.
And what would you consider this situation?
This place has really become less lively lately.
From my point of view, that's never a bad thing.
I think we’re done here.
Are you sure? I'm having fun.
Don’t. No nicknames. No nothing. Just leave me alone.
No, baby -- I'll call you what I want.
I keep hoping if I forget about you, it’ll be like everyone forgetting about Freddy Krueger and you’ll just go the fuck away.
I'm sorry to say, darling, but it doesn't work like that.
You aren’t going to touch me. Not again.
Not right now, no. But I don't want you thinking I've forgotten about you.
Fuck you, Dominic.
Well, when you look like that, I'm half tempted to take you up on that offer.
I’m starting to think someone fucked up my parole hearing.
Who would do such a dreadful thing?
Maddox bit his tongue almost as soon as the words were out, but it was too late. The damage had already been done, and he’d somehow inspired a lecture and warning from the warden. “Sorry warden — not the best choice of wording. I simply meant that it’s not a place I’d prefer to be, so there’s no point in feeling welcome. I don’t want to feel welcome. I shouldn’t feel comfortable here, because it’s not how I things should be. I shouldn’t have…” he shook his head, words lost on him. “Nevermind.”
"And so you'd rather be a fucking brat?" Dominic rose his eyebrows expectantly. He waited for the inmate to finish what he started to say, but Devereaux seemed intent on leaving it as it was. "No, not nevermind. You want to say something, then you say it. If it comes back to bite you in the ass, then maybe you'll learn to keep your mouth shut and think before you speak."
"I was told that if I were to get another uniform I had to come to you, because I’ve been through so many of them already. But in my defence, this time it wasn’t my fault. All I did was take a shower and some other dickbrain inmate did the rest." Alexandr explained, not even bothering to sit down.
"You know what happened to the boy who cried wolf, don't you?" Dominic looked at the other. He didn't need to say anything else, and he knew it. If Alexandr hadn't been such a dumbass about his previous uniforms, he would have gladly handed a new one over. As it was, the kid reached the end of the rope. "We have a budget. I'm not wasting any more money on you."