[001] where were you, I was worried

[notafuckingnut]

[Text.  Or, more specifically, a series of them, spread a couple minutes apart]

SETH.

Cmon Seth this isn't funny. Where the fuck r u weve got a rendezvous 2 make.

At least I think we do.

What the fuck is this place anyway?  The service sucks the beds like a rock and there isn't even a TV.

What am I supposed to do in here stare at the ceiling for an

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Voice; PSHH you can be as late as you want

[notafuckingnut]

...And who the hell are you?

[Yep. Still cranky apparently. But hey, he's working on his language! Sort of. It's a good sign, anyway.]

Voice;

[notafuckingnut]

[That's okay. Richie's...kind of anti-help anyway, he's about as thrilled about this as you are, Bruce.]

Richard Gecko. Inmate, apparently.

[Note the unvoiced "and I don't know how that happened."]

Voice;

[notafuckingnut]

...Is there supposed to be?

[Translation: I didn't look for one. Or look very hard.]

Voice;

[notafuckingnut]

I already told you I think I'm an inmate.

[Through a small miracle he keeps the "you asshole" to himself.]

Voice;

[notafuckingnut]

...Well I don't see one.

[Again, not that he's looking all that hard.]

Voice;

[notafuckingnut]

Yeah. Getting out of here.

And where's my gun?

[He did notice that much in his not-search]

Voice;

[notafuckingnut]

That's why they're fucking inmates; I know the drill.

But that doesn't answer my question. Where.is.it.

Voice;

[notafuckingnut]

Okay, fine. Who's my warden, then?