He shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "We're prisoners... we're also... I dunno. Prize fighting... things..." 'Dogs' was the term he was going to use, but he remembered toward the end that newbies generally did not like that comparison. Vic was so used to hearing it, it did not bother him in the least. Then again, he had only recently seen a dog-thing for real. "They want to make sure we stay at least somewhat happy, that way we have a reason to keep fighting for them." It did make sense, after all, if everyone was bored, angry and bitter to the point of suicide, yes fights might be a bit more bloody and gruesome, but the population would die off much more quickly.