IC: Forret chuckled to himself when Azkiz called him 'hotcakes', he didn't mind Azkiz and his quirks. It helped the time pass quicker in this dangerous place. He stood back up, stretching his bad back once he had finished clearing up the mess, and looked at the Musklum.
"Argh, if they got it under control i wouldn't bother. The Warden should be able to take care of it. Anyway, he can call him over the intercom if any trouble kicks off." Forret then placed his arms, folded, on top of the broom handle in a conversation pose. "What did this inmate look like? He wasn't new, was he?" He asked, enjoying the ability to shirk his work undetected.
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Rallin stood before the Warden, actually feeling a little ashamed for his actions; glukkons seemed to have that effect on him. He shuffled his feet and said "Sorry about that, sir. I spose i'll have to serve my time." He lied, quite convincingly. He then snapped out of it and turned behind him to face Frank. "Can we go now? Or have we gotta wait for this Ziglet fella?"
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