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The moment his sentence was finished a bony fist made contact with his face. "you're a sick twisted bastard."
He paused for a few moments to wince at the impact, and then he smiled.
“Suppose that makes two of us then. The guards here don’t like it when you hurt the little caged birds and make them want to fly away.” He snickers.
That seems half true. One of the guards gives the interior of the cell a long, hard stare.