"... woah, hey, turn the volume up on the news, mate."

"I'm telling you I know her, she won't-- don't fucken tell me to calm down. What are you gonna do, lock me up? I'm already in a cell, genius!"

"What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not a fucken pirate!"

"Yeah there is one person I can call, it's the person I got arrested for trying to visit, you fucking plonker!"

"I haven't even done anything this time! You've got no grounds to detain me!"

"Gonna kick up a hell of a stink when I'm out of here! You can't detain me!"

"Gah, I hate this stupid place! Even your holding cells are fucking fancy!"

"Ah c'mon just let me OUT already! I ain't done nothing!"

"Heheheh I told you I knew her."

"Oooh first time I'm ever riding in the /front/ of a salad basket. I'm loving the novelty!"

Have a weird feeling someone's having shiv-rat problems.

With a face looking a little less like ground beef and a little more like one big bruise, Wayne walks into the gym and finds himself a quiet corner to wait for... whatever it is the kids are doing in there to be over. She told him the kid would be here. Vi

Isn't something meant to happen today...? Something important like. Hm.

:)

Eheheheh.

Feels like I'm spending more time in P-Town than back in Z-Town these days... hm.

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That uptown dense as bricks chump stole my look!