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What a dumb question. I'm actually a little insulted.

A few lone Infected—

Please wait patiently in the prison for the time being. Do not attract attention or cause any trouble.

You heard him, you Infected punks? Jesselton said a few Infected can't take him!

Alright, let's see what this fake jailer's got!

Get him!

Heh, they're fighting again—Hey, who's that?

Jesselton?

Hey, I'm betting on A-Zone today.

Thanks for the free money, then. I bet this doesn't work out for A-Zone.

Jesselton, what are you standing there for like a bump on a log? Get 'em!

Jesselton, you—

Jesselton, motherf—What, are you on their side?!

Hah! You A-Zone pussies can't take us! Your new hero here? He won't save you! Just wait! By the time this is over, we'll put you out of your misery.

You know, beating these guys to death's no fun.

What do you mean?

The one we should really beat the shit out is the fake jailer. He's all bark and no bite, don't you think?

What did he just say? 'A few Infected can't take him?'

Just looking at his face gets me heated. Even if he's not coming for me, I'm getting at least one good hit in—

Mother, son of a—I think I got a few broken bones! He's like a hunk of metal. It's like punching a steel plate!

Take this crowbar!

That's what I'm talking about! Put him down!

(Whistles) It's not gonna hurt him.

The crowbar bent?!

What, you B-Zone doofuses didn't know about his Arts?

You say that like you could do anything about it!

Besides, you guys brought him here to help out, and he ain't doing jack shit. Might as well have brought a statue!

Jesselton, you better make up your mind right now!

Gentlemen, I suggest you settle down.

I never agreed to participate in your vulgar brawl, just being here is about the edge of my patience.

If any of you still had a shred of sanity left, you'd stand aside and let me leave.

Still rambling away?

We brought you here to help out with the rumble, not watch from the sidelines!

I get it. You can't forget the old days when you were still a jailer. You came to reminisce, huh?

Take this!

Oww... My wrist...

Gentlemen, I'm afraid I've had it with this charade.

Not that you were in great shape to begin with, but the more you strike me, the more you are going to hurt yourselves.

Besides, I'm afraid I don't have much of an appreciation for the joys of a brawl.

It's sad enough that you're prisoners, but to miss out on the most fundamental elements of taste... Tsk, tsk, tsk.

*Prisoner C unleashes a string of Columbian profanity too filthy to render faithfully*

Come on, boys! All of us, on him! Let's see how long lasts!

I thought the A-Zones brought him here to help out... What's this? Friendly fire?

Looks like it.

*Sigh*... If we weren't in the cells, I would totally go downstairs to get me a tub of popcorn.

So what do we do now? Watch the show?

What show? Didn't I just say there's no popcorn?!

We're joining in and beating this asshole down!

Hm? You aren't here to fight. What are you doing here?

I'm grabbing a little something. Spice things up for everyone, y'know?

What something?

(Whispers)

Pff.

Alright, go. Make sure you come back, or I'll personally skin you alive—

And remember what you said. If you bring anything else, I'll make sure you never tell another lie, ever.

Got it!

What did he say?

Don't worry about it. Just watch the show.

Honestly, it's getting boring.

This Jesselton's a real tough cookie. He hasn't taken a scratch, while the others got all their hacksaws and whatnot broken.

*pant*... *pant*...

*gasp*... *gasp*...

Well, this was hardly my intent, but it seems none of you can fight anymore?

If me being here moved you a little closer to a truce, then this hasn't necessarily been a total waste.

Adieu, gentlemen—

*Splash*—

What's this—acid?!

No, this is—

Ulghh!

Shit, this stinks! Where'd it come from? Who brought it?!

Jesselton, weren't you, like, real badass? Got fine tastes and shit, and no one can do nothin' about you?

I got you some of that water you use to clean toilets. How does it feel to bathe in it?

What'cha gonna do now? Give me a beatdown? Come, do it. Weren't you all nice and calm just now?

You are still an important asset to Beachbrella, and we will keep your position and benefits unchanged...

I'm not going to stoop to the level of a bunch of thugs.

Coward! Wimp!

You can say all you want and do whatever pleases you, but your filth won't hurt me one bit. Your underhanded moves do nothing but demonstrate your senselessness.

Now, I bid you good day.

Jeez, I'm starting to look up to this guy some.

Get lost! Your stink is killing us here!

Go back to your cell and cry, and remember to change your clothes before you get back into your bunk if you don't want your sheets to stink too! Haha!

Hahahaha!

So, how's that? What do you think?

I gotta give that kid from B-Zone an extra portion for his meal—Wait, what do we do about our bet?

I win, obviously.

What are you talking about?

Don't you remember what I said? I bet he wouldn't work out for A-Zone.

You fancy-tongued cheat!

Jesselton? What's wrong? Are you hurt—

Ugh... You stink!

What did they do to you?

Just their usual stupidity. Pay it no mind.

How could they do this?!

Do you have a spare uniform? Lend it to me, will you?

I only have one extra set myself...

Jesselton...?

Please, go back to your cell. I'll clean myself up and wash my clothes.

You're here.

Your clothes are wet?

Sorry... I shouldn't have been so stingy. Here, I brought you my extra set.