[Clapet was pleased to have a job to do, as he'd been bored. Very, very bored. Not that he was going to admit this to his warden, oh no. He'd much prefer to be butchering, and much prefer to be getting something back for his labour, but... this was filling the time
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He was cleaning off his sheers and razors, making sure to keep them real close by because he just didn't trust his inmate yet.]
Hey. The rug is not the fahkin' gahbidge can.
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It's not exactly the nicest rug in the world. Nobody'll notice. It'll give it some bounce.
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If your cat's vomit looked like that, I'd be concerned for the cat.
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Like if a cat ate another cat and then threw that up.
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That poor, hungry, cat.
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[He held up his free hand, which was covered in strands of hair] Look at that.
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Damn. He had some huge hands.]
You must shave, guy. Hair'll do that.
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Dunno how you do this for a living.
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But like you can fahkin' talk about unhygienic.
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[The dried combs went into their case before Donny leaned against a nearby table.] Anyway, this is a back-up career. I did something else for a while.
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