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[crossestheline]

Hey Admiral, while you're scraping the bottom barrel of hell for inmates, why not grab Attila the Hun while you're at it?

Fuck this place. Even Arkham does a better job.

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[video] /PRETENDS IT HAS BEEN THE ENTIRE TIME. COUGH

[crossestheline]

[Facepalms.] Real push ups. If you knew the girls I know, you wouldn't differentiate between the two.

[video] YEP. NO ACTION HERE.

[mistconduct]

Oh.

[Fuck. What's a high, impressive number? Chris thinks hard, unwilling to admit the last push-ups he did were in junior high gym class]

Seventy, eighty? I lose count.

[video]

[crossestheline]

[Stares at his scrawny build and then eyes him.]

Oh yeah? Put your device down on the ground so I can see you, and then demonstrate thirty for me.

[video]

[mistconduct]

What, right now? I'm talking to you. I'm not. What? The shithead in the other cell'll look over.

Private.

[crossestheline]

Uh huh. I've actually got a couple of things I've got to do. When you're out of there, we'll talk in person, alright?

[Work on those push ups in the meantime.]

Private.

[mistconduct]

Sure. I'll come find you.

[Because if he'd been made to do push-ups, he thinks he could manage about six before falling over]