♜ | 008 | Voice

[fuckyoucynthia]

Maybe Clapet should make all the alcohol on board. We'd never have to worry about anyone getting wasted on the network.

On second thought, what else would we do with all this spare time? [Guess who hates being idle.]

[Filtered to wardens-who-were-inmates]

Why the hell are you still here?

[Private to Dick, added later]

So you made the mistake of talking to both of them too.

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Spam!

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick remains pretty unfazed, heading over to the mats and taking a casually defensive stance, waiting on Cooper to make the first move.]

Spam!

[fuckyoucynthia]

[He lets it drag out, just for a minute longer than is really comfortable; then he's darting forward, one fist raised to protect his face, the other swinging for Dick's jaw.]