013 ✫ Voice

[useofaswhat]

Well, glad that's over.

I think I oughta say thanks to Dr. Lewis and everyone else who worked on a cure, 'cause like half of you are sayin', it ain't like we wardens could've waved our hands and made it all go away. [Mal, harboring quite a bit of secret sympathy for the inmates? No way.]

And Ariadne's gone home.

[To friends ("one friendly conversation" rule applies):]
Keepin' on?

[Private to kitchen staff:]
Still need another hand chopping up vegetables?

Comments

[useofaswhat]

Am I really.

[mistconduct]

You just implied you didn't have any brains for me to munch on.

[useofaswhat]

You gonna crack open my head to prove me wrong?

[mistconduct]

If I'm hungry enough.

[useofaswhat]

You don't got that Reaver build, son.

[mistconduct]

Sure I do. I can bulk out. Look at these fucking muscles.

[useofaswhat]

Right. You work on that and try to eat me when you're done.

[mistconduct]

You'd probably be all tough and sinewy. Take a shower first, too.

[useofaswhat]

Hey! You wanna eat this body, you gotta go for the whole package.

[mistconduct]

The fuck? You don't eat cows that way. It's filet mignon or nothing.

[useofaswhat]

Filet mignon? People still eat that?

[mistconduct]

My dad does.

[useofaswhat]

Does he slaughter his own cattle?

[mistconduct]

He slaughters other things.

[useofaswhat]

And that'd be why he eats fancy.

[mistconduct]

Yep. Fucking earns it.

[useofaswhat]

Sure he does.

[mistconduct]

Stones and glass houses, man.

[useofaswhat]

You see me throwin' anything?

[mistconduct]

Well, you're all but judging my dad, so yeah.

[useofaswhat]

I never met the guy.

[mistconduct]

Fair enough.

He's pretty fucking badass.

[useofaswhat]

I'm sure he is.

[mistconduct]

Yep.

So did you die, or what?

[useofaswhat]

This time round? No. Did you?

[mistconduct]

Yep. Like cattle.

[useofaswhat]

Someone stuck a cattle prod up your pigu? I really hope not.

[mistconduct]

Hah, jesus, fuck no. No, someone beat me to death. Again. It's a fucking running theme.

[useofaswhat]

That's, what, the second time? You thought about padding your costume out a little, maybe adding a helmet?

[mistconduct]

Helmets look retarded unless you're on a motorcycle. But yeah, padding might become a thing in the future. If I'm fast enough I shouldn't fucking be GETTING hit, right?

[useofaswhat]

While I've got no arguments there, seems to me there's a bit of wisdom in something that can keep your brains getting bashed out. [And you could REALLY use a little bit of wisdom, Chris.]

No matter how quick you are, there's always someone quicker. You already found out that's true at home but it's specially true here.

[mistconduct]

Yeah, fucking Quicksilver going goddamn 30 miles per hour in the hallway.

But seriously, do you walk around with a helmet all the time?

[useofaswhat]

Who?

Not now, but right now I don't got a habit of getting my head beat in. Wore one during the war though.

[mistconduct]

Some inmate I ran into a while back.

Well...fuck, maybe a battle helmet wouldn't be so shitty. But it can't look fucking stupid, then people come to kick your ass because you're wearing it.

[useofaswhat]

You ever think that might be why you get beat up so much goin' round as Red Mist?

[mistconduct]

No, because the reason I got beat up was a whole different story.

[useofaswhat]

What's that?

[mistconduct]

It's a long story. Bullshit infiltration, covert ops, awesome theme music, you know.