Issue #27

[mistconduct]

Hey inmates and other wretched villainy of mankind and shit, I'm going home in like five days. What the fuck can I pick up for people?

I don't know if any of you knew this but my family is loaded. So seriously, give me a list and think of me as your hook-up guy. You name it, I can get it.

Except drugs or weapons because while I can totally manage it, that's the sort of shit that gets me demoted and makes Rorschach break my thumbs, so yeah, I don't love any of you all that much.

Fucking pass me those Post-Its. And if I don't see you before then, um.

Wish me luck?

Comments

[mistconduct]

Not literally!

[fire_punk]

Well maybe you should try it literally.

[mistconduct]

Wow, man. Wow. Gross. Be proud of yourself.

[fire_punk]

You brought it up.

[mistconduct]

Nuh uh. I'm not that immature.

[fire_punk]

So you didn't say to fuck that shit?

[mistconduct]

Nope. Must've been someone else.

[fire_punk]

Liar.

[mistconduct]

Don't go calling me a liar, bitch. I'm super trustworthy now.

[fire_punk]

Whatever. [He doesn't believe you, Chris. He heard you say it, after all.] You're a really bad liar.

[mistconduct]

I'm the best liar! What the shit are you smoking?

[fire_punk]

Not the shit you told me to fuck.

[mistconduct]

Oh my god, Kevin, you're fucked in the head.

[fire_punk]

You said it first!

[mistconduct]

You're a shit influence.

[fire_punk]

You're the warden, not me.