vingt-et-un: bad-mood-clapet.
You all take everything so much for granted around here. Shut up complaining.
Do you have something to eat? Yes. Do you have somewhere to sleep? Yes. Do you have the guarantee that you'll come back to life, even if you've been gutted like a pig? Yes.
So wardens or no wardens, chaos and floods or no chaos and floods, murdering violent idiots or no violent idiots, let me point one thing out to you.
You are better off than a large section of the worlds you came from. Unless you lived in some perfect little idyll, where wars didn't happen, people didn't starve and everyone was mentally conditioned to love each other and everything around them, shut the fuck up.
[Private to Warren]
I need to move some things into your room. You know the problem with my warden and his dirty thieving? There's things he wants to take and I can't let him.
Let me make one thing abundantly clear. If you steal from me, damage them, or let anyone take them from you? I will drown you in that wine and let the Joker at your corpse.
But I don't want to do that, of course. I trust you to keep my things safe, and that it won't come to that. You're a good man.
[Private to Coyolxauhqui]
Can you keep some things for me, Goddess?
It's nothing incriminating for you, I just need them saving. Keeping safe. If you don't want to, it's okay, someone else should be able to. I just need a hand.
[Warden minus Donny filter. He's snitching. And mostly lying because get-the-hell-off-my-corn.]
Is it an acceptable practice for a warden to steal from their inmate? And is it then acceptable for a warden to force an inmate to destroy his own property?
Non-dangerous property, that is.
Do you have something to eat? Yes. Do you have somewhere to sleep? Yes. Do you have the guarantee that you'll come back to life, even if you've been gutted like a pig? Yes.
So wardens or no wardens, chaos and floods or no chaos and floods, murdering violent idiots or no violent idiots, let me point one thing out to you.
You are better off than a large section of the worlds you came from. Unless you lived in some perfect little idyll, where wars didn't happen, people didn't starve and everyone was mentally conditioned to love each other and everything around them, shut the fuck up.
[Private to Warren]
I need to move some things into your room. You know the problem with my warden and his dirty thieving? There's things he wants to take and I can't let him.
Let me make one thing abundantly clear. If you steal from me, damage them, or let anyone take them from you? I will drown you in that wine and let the Joker at your corpse.
But I don't want to do that, of course. I trust you to keep my things safe, and that it won't come to that. You're a good man.
[Private to Coyolxauhqui]
Can you keep some things for me, Goddess?
It's nothing incriminating for you, I just need them saving. Keeping safe. If you don't want to, it's okay, someone else should be able to. I just need a hand.
[Warden minus Donny filter. He's snitching. And mostly lying because get-the-hell-off-my-corn.]
Is it an acceptable practice for a warden to steal from their inmate? And is it then acceptable for a warden to force an inmate to destroy his own property?
Non-dangerous property, that is.