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pt. 2
>6 hours straight of doing this
>MTF Guard finally comes to tell us to shut the fuck up or he'll terminate us
>Robby screams "THE MIGHTY EGYPT" before collapsing due to brain trauma
>Cleanup crew drags his remains out
>Jose is somehow still eating the same taco
>Intercom clicks on
>"ATTENTION ALL D-CLASS PERSONNEL, STAND AT THE BACK OF YOUR CELLS FACING THE DOOR, WITH YOUR HANDS TO YOUR SIDES. FAILURE TO COMPLY MAY RESULT IN DISCIPLINARY ACTION."
>mfw Jose forgot how to speak English and continues eating his taco.
>directly across from my cell is Jose, so I can still see him while at the back of my cell with Andrew.
>A guy in a white lab coat, probably a researcher, stands behind two MTF Guards as they approach our cells.
>remember they threatened disciplinary action if we didn't comply
>Jose isn't at the back of his cell
>ohshit.png
>MTF Guard quickly shuffles to Jose's cell
>"Where the hell did you get that taco? line up on the wall."
>"Que? No hablar ingles."
>"ching chong bing bong bing bong. Get the fuck on the wall or you'll be shot"
