Dog Pound Page #2

- You f***ing lying to my boy?

- Don't look like a f***ing 8 to me!

All right, man.

Come on, man.

Don't be a b*tch, man.

- They are nice-ass boots.

- Whoo-hee!

Yeah. I lookin' fresh to death.

You feeling me?

- Man, fresh as f***.

- How am I looking, cuz?

Nice. Nice, cuz.

- How am I looking?

- They look good, man...

They're nice-ass boots.

- Can I have it back now?

- Just feeling it out. They're comfy.

- Let me see that other one.

- Try that sh*t.

I'm gonna try that.

It's all good, man.

It's all good. You feeling me?

F***, they're real nice, bro,

but f***, too big for me, man.

Let me check that.

Let me try both of them on at once.

Now that they're on my feet,

I don't really feel like

taking them off.

They're too comfy. Plus, I'm fresh.

You know what I mean?

Some boots right there,

they ain't tricking. They're nice.

Don't take no offence,

you know what I mean?

Let's peace-out of here, boys.

F***ing b*tch.

F***!

Wake up.

The floor's not gonna mop itself.

Let's do it.

F*ggot.

F***ing b*tch.

You got him-

Butch!

What did I just say to you?

Get back to work.

What's up, Shadow?

Wipe that smile off.

That's it, boys.

Let's get this sh*t cleaned up.

Loony.

Get the f*** up, man.

Get the f*** up.

Get the f*** up, man.

Loony. You go first.

What the f*** you doing, man?

Not in the face, n*gger!

Shut up, man!

I swear to God,

if you f***ing rat, man,

I'll kill you my f***ing self, man.

You feel me?

Time's up.

Get in front of your bunks.

Ready for inspection.

You call this making a bed?

Whatever. F***.

Why the f*** did you do that?

You better learn to control

your mouth, kid.

I'm gonna mess it up tonight

anyways.

F***, like...

You are on solitary report

by supper.

Now make your bed properly.

Stand up straight, Frank.

All right, boys.

Let's go. Wash up.

Come on! Move it!

Let's go.

You stay put.

That looks kind of painful.

Wanna tell me what happened?

I slipped and fell.

Do I look like an a**hole to you?

Well, fortunately for us,

we have some procedures in place.

You and I are gonna issue a report.

And what good would that do?

I just told you I slipped

and fell in the dark.

- In the dark?

- Yeah.

Well, maybe a few days in solitary,

you'll come up with a few more details.

Maybe.

Can I go?

Yeah, you can go.

Don't slip.

- F*** you, Banks!

- Banks, knock it off!

Control, open gates B1.

All right, I want two lines!

Side by side in front of the dirt.

Line 'em up.

Banks!

How are you, son?

Sir, how are you?

You doing a good job?

I've been out of the dirt

for a while now.

...an interview with construction

after this.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Aw!

Max!

Can you at least pretend

that you're working?

Kill it, Banks. Shut it down.

Lunch!

Goodyear.

Move.

Sit straight.

You were transferred

to Enola Vale

because you assaulted

a correctional officer.

Not 24 hours inside,

you wake up all bruised up.

I'm going to ask you for the last time:

what happened?

I slipped and fell.

Butch, I know you're not gonna rat,

but our concern is

for your personal safety.

Look, I am not your punishment.

But if you refuse to cooperate,

I have no choice but to isolate you.

Okay.

Goodyear, get him out of here.

Come on in.

Hurry up, Max.

I don't have all day.

What's the rush,

Miss Biggs?

So, what is it today, Max?

Is it about your HIV test?

Don't worry, it's negative,

you can stop spreading those rumors.

No, the truth is...

I've fallen deeply in love

with a woman

and I just...

I don't know how to tell her.

Well, I can't help you with that.

Maybe Sands can give you

some good advice.

You know, I wanna tell her

so many things.

I got so much inside,

I just wanna...

I just...

You know, I wrote her a poem,

because, you know,

poetry is really the only way

I can truly express myself.

Can I read it to you?

"She's a caretaker,

"but there's no one

to take care of her.

"She listens to others

"to avoid listening to her. "

That part doesn't rhyme.

It's just an early draft, though.

"In a world surrounded by men,

I am her only admirer.

"The clock is ticking,

she's getting older,

"but still no rock on the finger-"

Max, I get the point.

I got a lot of work here.

I think you should go.

Miss Biggs,

I am seriously offended here.

I don't know if you know this,

but when it comes to creativity,

a subject us artists

are particularly sensitive to,

I'd really appreciate it

if you didn't interrupt me again.

Fine.

"I dream she's...

"lying naked on fur,

glistening crotch

tickled by her pinkie finger. "

Enough Max!

Get out of here now!

You don't get it.

You crossed the line big time.

Get out now.

Since one of us

doesn't see the value in art,

there won't be a next time.

You probably thought

I was alluding to you in that poem.

Uh, I wasn't,

so sorry to disappoint.

And have a good day.

Davis.

You know, man,

when you first come here and sh*t,

boys thought you was a b*tch.

At least you ain't rat

on nobody, man.

So, you know, we're all straight?

- Cool.

- Everything's all right, man.

Thanks, man.

What the f*** is it

you've got on going down there?

Pissin' sweat out your armpits, man!

Yeah, man, I need to change

my shirt or some sh*t.

What the f***'s wrong

with you, man?

Why you always walking 'round here

all worried and sh*t, man?

You ain't gotta be scared.

You scared?

- No, man. I'm not scared.

- You ain't got no reason to be scared.

You know what I mean, player?

- Yeah.

- Everything's all good.

Hustlers ain't scared of sh*t.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You is a hustler, right?

- Yeah.

What you hustlin'?

So you hustlin' some weed and sh*t?

No, man. Pills and coke.

- You hustle that "yay"?

- Yeah.

Movin' that "yayo"?

You like that raw sh*t?

- Yeah.

- You like that sh*t?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, so, uh, what if I had

some of that raw sh*t, man?

You want a bump?

What, you have some of that?

Yo, Loony.

Get that white sh*t out

for the pretty boy, man.

He wanna get f***ed up.

All right. See you later.

Hey, what the f***

you doing in here?

We're doing some big-man business.

Get the f*** out of here!

Nice throw, you f***ing f*ggot!

I'm gonna cut you up right now, b*tch,

and all your little b*tches

are gonna see.

- Are you shitting me, Sal?

- Yo, f*** you!

Suck on my nuts, mutt!

You got that white sh*t

for me Loony?

Cut you a six, man.

Don't even worry about it.

It's all straight.

Get that into you, man.

That's some good.

Oh, sh*t!

How you like that, man?

Is that good sh*t?

It's different.

Yeah, that's just 'cause it's pure.

Don't worry about it.

Shhh! Just be quiet, man.

Shhh! Be quiet.

- Yeah.

- Just be easy.

Everything's okay, man.

- Yeah.

- You're just tripping.

- Yeah.

- It's all good.

- Yeah.

- Shhh!

You feel good, man.

It is the best feeling ever, man.

Deep into your hole, man.

You feel so good.

You're gonna be fine.

You love being f***ed up.

No.

What?

What you guys give me?

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