4th Wave
[With a sudden, ear-shattering roar, Jones in his cabin seems to have tossed his organ bench up against a wall, causing it to crack and splinter. Sounds like someone's discovered his strength was culled further into more the idea of a normal man, thanks all be to his warden]
Warden.
You may think you're clever in draining what little dignity remained left in me, but I tell yeh now, I can kill you without the use of this hand. Haven't yeh the stomach to come here and answer for this latest brand of muzzling? Or should I come to fetch you myself?
Warden.
You may think you're clever in draining what little dignity remained left in me, but I tell yeh now, I can kill you without the use of this hand. Haven't yeh the stomach to come here and answer for this latest brand of muzzling? Or should I come to fetch you myself?