23 - [Written]
Well, now that most have had a chance to either ruffle or settle their metaphorical feathers, a return to the traditional carnage and mayhem of our little coop is in order, yeah? A riot, perhaps. I don't think we've had a proper one while I've been here. Murder gets so blase after a certain point. Murder in the most familiar sense in any case. Show some creativity, sweethearts.
What, we've gathered the apparent gutter-scrapings of a hundred worlds, and the best we can do is have snitfits and sniping matches punctuated by very traditionalist homicides? If I was a warden I'd be bored to tears.
Quick. Someone insult me so I can plot my revenge.
[Private to Harry Lockhart]
I was wrong. I didn't give up. I never will.
[Private to Irene]
I need a word in person at your earliest convenience.
[Private to Rex]
I suggest you turn yourself in.
[Private to McCullen]
How are you faring?
What, we've gathered the apparent gutter-scrapings of a hundred worlds, and the best we can do is have snitfits and sniping matches punctuated by very traditionalist homicides? If I was a warden I'd be bored to tears.
Quick. Someone insult me so I can plot my revenge.
[Private to Harry Lockhart]
I was wrong. I didn't give up. I never will.
[Private to Irene]
I need a word in person at your earliest convenience.
[Private to Rex]
I suggest you turn yourself in.
[Private to McCullen]
How are you faring?