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"Fuckin' COs. Y'all are pieces of shit." The shouting started up again, urging the woman to shoot him.
"Shoot that motherfucker!"
The shouting was clearly overwhelming Daya and she shot the ceiling, everyone immediately letting how a shout at the gunshot. "Ah, shit. I got hit with the casing. Am I bleeding?" Zirconia said, holding her eye. "You got a mark for sure," Ouija said, taking a closer look. Aaliyah raised a brow at Judy trying to hide behind her, quickly grabbing her arm and pushing her away.
"Could everybody just shut the fuck up so I can think?!" Daya exclaimed.
"Less think. More shoot!" Brandy urges. "You better shut your mouth before she pops that ballon head of yours." Maria retorts, making Brandy quickly shut up.
"Yo, if she shoot this guy, we gonna get guard brains all over us." Cindy realizes. "Ew. No, these are my good pants." Alison cringed. "That's what I'm sayin'." Aaliyah rolls her eyes, looking down at Daya's aim towards Humps. "I had frogs when I was a kid. We lived by a creed. We used to scoop them into buckets-" Humps began, attempting to find sympathy. "I don't wanna hear your fuckin' story! Shut the fuck up!" Daya shouted.
He began to continue, only in Spanish. "See, he doing that thing, trying to make her see he a person and shit. You know, I see that shit on Oprah back in the day." Taystee says. "Oh yeah, I watched that episode with my dad," Aaliyah added. Suddenly the gun went on, Daya had shot him in the leg, almost hitting him in the dick...or maybe she did? Who really knew? "I don't fuckin' speak Spanish!" She said.
Judy pushed pass Aaliyah, getting out of there. Aaliyah grimaces at the amount of blood. "I think I'm gonna be sick. I can't do blood mate." Cindy and Alison both look at her in confusion. "You bit off your girlfriend's finger and you gettin' queasy over blood?" Cindy points out. "I wasn't thinking at the time, okay, I was high! And technically, I spit it right back out and threw up in a cactus plant!" Janae chuckled, hearing the story many times. It got funnier each time.
Aaliyah looked back down hearing Stratman's voice coming from Humps radio. "I need medical attention," Humps says, holding his hands over his wound. "You need to shut your mouth!" Maritza walked over, kicking him in the back. "I say finish him off. Dead men can't point fingers," Sankey said. "We should torture him first since he gets a kick out of doing that to us," Taylor adds, kicking Humps with Martiza, Sankey doing the same.
"This feels good."
"Right?" Maritza agrees.
"If you kill him, you probably gonna have to kill her, too." Cindy says, pointing to McCullough who was on her the floor in front of Janae and Aaliyah. "No, no, no. Please. I don't know anything. I didn't see anything." McCullough raises her hands in surrender. "Nah, man. They don't seem to care about our lives," Janae leaned down next McCullough, "so why gotta give a shit if they live or die?"
