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[So yeah, Xanxus has been in the brig since last night, and well... It definitely wasn't what he expected it to be. It's too damn hot, the floor is constantly pulsating underneath him, and he was nearly smothered to death by those creepy arms when he tried to sleep. He hasn't even attempted to go back to sleep since, because he doesn't want to have to wake up to that every three hours. It would be less painful if he just didn't sleep at all.
Xanxus has a simple question for you, boat passengers. Since most people don't speak his language and the majority of them are too damn lazy to translate, he'll send it out in text form. Because of the poor reception, it takes an obnoxiously long time for it to actually send, but here it is.]
Is the brig always this fucked up?
Xanxus has a simple question for you, boat passengers. Since most people don't speak his language and the majority of them are too damn lazy to translate, he'll send it out in text form. Because of the poor reception, it takes an obnoxiously long time for it to actually send, but here it is.]
Is the brig always this fucked up?
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Never been down there. What the hell is going on?
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It's hot as fuck, the floor keeps pulsating, and there's a bunch of arms all over the walls. They attack me when I try to sleep.
...Oh, and milk spews out of the ground sometimes.
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That's kind of gross. Buddy. But you might as well drink it so it doesn't make a mess.
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I drank it. Don't think they plan on giving me anything else here.
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He looks at the communicator in disgust.]
What the hell could you have done to deserve that?
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Was she tall or short.
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So was it the Major?
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[Might as well be completely honest.]
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