Jul 04, 2010 21:17
OK, boys and girls... Here's how it is. I'm a lazy bitch who doesn't give a damn about what most of you get up to, with one exception - when it interferes with my shit.
My inmate is hereby officially classified as 'my shit'.
Now, I give her breathing space, on account of giving her enough credit to work things out herself. Also, not too hot on the psychoanalysis thing. She knows what she should and shouldn't do. She trips up on that? I'm there. She asks for me? I'm there.
Considering what she's capable of and how she's been manipulated by others in her time here, I think she's done a damned good job of adapting to the human being she could've been, if life gave her a decent shot from the start.
But now we've suddenly got, like Sam Tyler pointed out, to paraphrase Elvis, a whole lot of underminin' goin' on...
And that, ladies and gentleman, is interfering with my shit.
With the exception of the iffy nature of mercy kills, NOBODY HERE SHOULD BE KILLING OR OTHERWISE SEEKING TO PHYSICALLY INJURE ANOTHER RESIDENT. Provocations are one thing and we all deal with that how... Well, however we deal with that. But going out and slaughtering your way through the masses, just for fun? Not cool.
So, I catch any of you doing that? I'm stopping you. I catch wind of how any of you have done it - warden-appraised or not? I'm taking you to zero, myself, until we can figure out what the hell's happened.
Anyone here enables someone else's pretty shitting obvious addiction - no matter what it is - and you're guilty of being a fucking idiot, I don't care who you are.
You step over the line and you will get hauled up. Your warden might not care, but the rest of us do if we know about it.