[Paddy blinked a little, but when he tried to get around him, just stood directly in his way.] No, you're not. I don't give a shit about who's done this to you or whatever, man, but my freezer ain't for... that kinda use. Neither are my knives.
Talk to your fucking warden when you get one, mate. They can sort it. My stuff can't.
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Talk to your fucking warden when you get one, mate. They can sort it. My stuff can't.