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Nov. 10th, 2014 at 2:28 PM
Out of the frying pan and into an ugly orange jumpsuit. Great.
[His voice is gruff and slightly irritated, but he seems to be shrugging all this off as well as anyone.
He’s seen a lot of crazy shit in his life, after all.]
The name’s Bobby Singer. Guess I’m stuck here with the rest of you hooligans.
[He’s not the ‘nice to meet you’ kind.]
Someone care to point me in the direction of the nearest bar? Gotta admit, I'm still trying to figure out why the hell a prison would even have one, but I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.
[His voice is gruff and slightly irritated, but he seems to be shrugging all this off as well as anyone.
He’s seen a lot of crazy shit in his life, after all.]
The name’s Bobby Singer. Guess I’m stuck here with the rest of you hooligans.
[He’s not the ‘nice to meet you’ kind.]
Someone care to point me in the direction of the nearest bar? Gotta admit, I'm still trying to figure out why the hell a prison would even have one, but I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.