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[Hello, Barge. It's Jim, being his normal camwhore self. Whistling a tune, playing Britney Spears in the background, he rests his chin in his hands as he addresses the barge.]
Wardens, I've a question to you. What exactly ties you here? [He waves a casual hand at the camera.] Not those who are dead, of course. That's obvious. But the others? What's the point of your time here? Your deal?
What about those who have no deal? What about those who stay for their inmates? [He's obviously building up to something, as he pauses here for dramatic emphasis.] How many of you pretend to care when you really don't? That is the question everyone wants to know! [He chuckles a bit, overdoing his facial features, also just to prove his point.]
They're just your playthings, aren't they? Or...they seem to feel that way. [A tsk.] Not all inmates. Oh, I know that. [He taps his fingers together slightly as he sits back, away from the camera.] But aren't we supposed to be your number one priority here? You are employed by the Admiral. He is paying you to do your job. [And now he adopts a very concerned look.]
But I understand. Relationships have their place. Trip, you were recently married in port. My dear, dear Trip, please...go off. Enjoy your life. I will be here for you when you return. I have nowhere to go. I have nothing to do but wait...and wait...and wait for your return.
[A long pause.] Though it wouldn't be wise for you to be gone too long. [He cackles and shuts the camera off.]
Wardens, I've a question to you. What exactly ties you here? [He waves a casual hand at the camera.] Not those who are dead, of course. That's obvious. But the others? What's the point of your time here? Your deal?
What about those who have no deal? What about those who stay for their inmates? [He's obviously building up to something, as he pauses here for dramatic emphasis.] How many of you pretend to care when you really don't? That is the question everyone wants to know! [He chuckles a bit, overdoing his facial features, also just to prove his point.]
They're just your playthings, aren't they? Or...they seem to feel that way. [A tsk.] Not all inmates. Oh, I know that. [He taps his fingers together slightly as he sits back, away from the camera.] But aren't we supposed to be your number one priority here? You are employed by the Admiral. He is paying you to do your job. [And now he adopts a very concerned look.]
But I understand. Relationships have their place. Trip, you were recently married in port. My dear, dear Trip, please...go off. Enjoy your life. I will be here for you when you return. I have nowhere to go. I have nothing to do but wait...and wait...and wait for your return.
[A long pause.] Though it wouldn't be wise for you to be gone too long. [He cackles and shuts the camera off.]