[Private to the Admiral]
I want 200 Pot Noodles, varying flavours, delivered to the kitchen. If you would. [Pause, as he knows the Admiral's sense of humour.]
In a box or crate or something, not just dumped around the place.
[Private to Laura]
So, what d'you do on your day to yourself? Hope I was right to trust you.
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Some kinda chemical. Hell if I know, I don't make the things.
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We just got someone for lunch! Go nuts.
...the other 199 are mine, though.
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I'm not volunteering O'Brien for kitchen duty, however. I'm sure you understand.
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The guy's got a job, don't he? Besides, right now, happy to take anyone who isn't going to get stabby.
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Right now the closest he's getting to the kitchen is custodial duty. Although come to think of it, he did do a dishwasher stint for a while there. Maybe once I'm ready to take him off the punitive shift, I'll transfer him there.
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...Ain't giving that fucker anything interesting, are you? Nice.
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You do more work than most of us already. I was talking to the fuckers who laze around and do nowt. Because it's not fair that you put a load of work in dashing around the infirmary and some folks do nothing, right?
So... thanks, but no thanks, Jude.
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Which, if you ask me, is the only fucking place more important than what I do around here.
So you are helping. Keep doing what you're doing. I ain't gonna pull you away from that.
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Well. I'd like to have a word with your warden first. Who is it? And you sure as fuck won't poison anyone, because I'm watching, mate.
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Think we've already got two vampires workin' here, so it's not a big deal.
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So I'll be happy to have him once you've got that sorted.
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