Life in prison

Chapter 3

Try not to fade away here, kid.

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The figures of the two Teletubbies were moving away from Anna and White.

"Why did you do that?" her voice became a little lower than usual. And it was understandable because she was angry at the white guard.

"Did what?" Incomprehensibly, White said

Her hands clenched into fists from the anger she was trying to contain.

— Why did you want to drive her away!

"She's a prisoner," White replied coldly.

— SO WHAT?! FOR YOU, IF A TELETUBBY. A PRISONER, IS HE AN ANIMAL?

"She killed a lot of Teletubbies," White said, turning his gaze away from the two disappearing figures. "And these Teletubbies could be someone's parents. So I have every right to do so."

— Yes, you're right about that. But is it profitable for you to run into her? Lenny... uh... Isn't his name Lenny?

The guard nodded with a look, indicating that he was ready to listen to her.

— So, he said that after you ran into her, you might get a pay cut.

— Pfft, girl. I don't care about the salary.

— Can't a guard be fired if he hits a prisoner? Well, for example, before a concussion or a rupture of the insides. Conor seemed to say that you have pretty strict rules.

"Haha, wasn't it Conor himself who punched the prisoner in the face, huh?" A sinister smile played on his face.

He bent down to be the same height as the medic. — Believe me, no one here cares about the lives of prisoners. If he attacks an employee of the prison, then he will die quickly, or he will die from a drug overdose.

And believe me, they'll forget about him quickly, because no one gives a shit about his life.

— Hoh, of course. It wasn't noticeable enough that you didn't care about Tinky Winky's life.