[ALSO BACKDATED BECAUSE ROS AND I WORK AS A FLIST-SPAMMING TEAM?: Perry has just woken up in the infirmary after being
knocked out by Arthur. It's probably been an hour or two since Arthur's post. He's not happy about being knocked out or being in the infirmary. He doesn't like doctors. :c As Arthur isn't in the immediate vicinity at the moment for him to rage at in person, and Perry's judgement is still a liiittle clouded from being pistol-whipped into unconsciousness, posting on the network (and forgetting about filters) seems like an AWESOME IDEA. He flicks the camera on, not bothering to actually point it directly at himself, so you get the infirmary and a few shots of part of Perry's face. Even with such small glimpses, the bruises covering the left side of his face are probably pretty visible.]
That was a cheap fucking shot, warden, a real cheap shot. You're not going to get the chance to do that next time. I had you--another thirty seconds and you would've been gone.
[There's a pause as Perry realises that he's actually saying this publicly. Time to cut it short with a bitter:] I hope I broke your goddamn ribs.