Dog Pound Page #5

So with that in mind, son,

I think you're responsible enough

to make the right choices inside,

and then in the outside world...

hopefully,

in a circus school.

Am I right?

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Good. You can go.

Where's my cheeseburger?

Slow down, man.

You're gonna get some indigestion.

You eating your nuggets?

Yeah, I'm eating my nuggets.

I'm saving the best for last.

Why the f*** would you do that?

Eating's like making love, man.

It's a ritual, you know?

You got your appetizer,

I sniff deeply into her scalp

and grab onto her firm,

but voluptuous hips,

nibble just ever so gently

on the earlobe.

I mean, girls,

they go wild for that.

Why don't you skip the appetizer

and go straight to the main course?

Well, what's the main course?

Main course:

you bust a nut, she bounces,

play some video games,

do whatever the f*** you want

and then you go to sleep.

You're an animal, you know that?

You disgust me.

For me, the entre is,

you know,

gentle circling the areola,

kissing every notch of her spine,

lower and lower and lower

until my tongue hovers

on her bellybutton.

I take my time.

Yeah, you take so much time

that this girl's gonna be half asleep

by the time you even get

to her cookie.

Just like your food is getting all cold

and soggy now.

And you don't know

what food tastes like,

'cause you wolf that sh*t down

like you haven't eaten in days.

Come on!

These are women.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Dude!

No, no, man!

That's my protein!

You're hungry?

I can't even get that nugget.

It's disgusting.

Rebound. Rebound. You like that?

It was a rebound.

Butch!

Come on, man!

That was awesome!

You know how old this spinach is?

It's like, six-month-old spinach

on my face.

That was a sweet move.

You're a jerk, you know that?

Oh!

Good job, bro.

Oh! You like that?

I'm gonna kill you, man.

Don't do it again, please.

Look at us.

Look at us.

Okay, we need gloves for this.

Did you see anyone?

Did you see anyone?

Anyone see what happened?

Sit back down.

Nobody saw anything, huh?

Simple.

Everyone's to blame.

Greaves.

What do you got?

- I haven't found anything so far.

- Okay.

All right, get back in there,

clean up that mess

and make your beds.

Lights go out in five. Move.

That's okay.

You just have to explain.

Look, I gotta call you...

I'm... I gotta call you back.

The way we tossed the dorm

scared the hell out of them.

I don't think we're gonna have

any further problems.

Let's hope so.

I'd like to also remind you

that I've booked tomorrow off

for my daughter's party.

Out of the question.

My wife has been planning this

for months.

We've had five assaults this week.

I got two COs down.

It's out of the question.

I got people flying in

from all over the place.

Do I need to remind you

of your responsibilities

as a unit supervisor?

It's my kid's birthday.

These are your kids too.

This message was the final threat.

Don't ever do it again.

Yeah, I put in for the shift change

two weeks ago.

You know what?

Sometimes I don't think you understand

what I do for a f***ing living!

Hold on.

What are you looking at?

Get back to work!

I can't talk about this now.

Man, that fool is p*ssy-whipped.

He has no idea

how to talk to his woman.

My girls would never talk to me

like that.

You ain't got no f***ing girls.

Don't get me started.

All right, man?

I am way out of your league.

No, Melissa, I'm not the only one

ruining Grace's birthday

if they're in the room

while you're screaming at me.

Name one.

What, like, all of them?

Sh*t! It would take me all day

just to get started.

Just name one of them.

I'm not asking for a list.

Give me a single, solitary name.

- Yeah.

- All right.

- You don't got nothing, bro.

- I got... Okay, don't worry.

Nothing.

Listen, I'll give you one,

but you gotta keep it on the hush-hush.

Just give us the name, man.

All right, but I don't wanna get her

in trouble.

I won't tell no one.

You know Miss Biggs?

No.

Oh, yeah.

What a whore.

I knew something was up, though,

'cause we haven't been connecting

in the same way.

You know why it is? She doesn't like

that earlobe sh*t that you do.

You're so full of sh*t!

You know that?

Calm down!

It was just a one-time thing.

I promise. I just had to do the job

for you once.

And now she's all yours.

It's good. It's good.

All right, you've seen her naked,

so what does she look like?

She's got these perfect,

And then she's got

these firm love handles

and then that big, flat ass,

you know, that's all right.

But when you get it going,

it slaps and it claps together.

It's beautiful.

What about her labia?

She was definitely

on that old-school tip,

you know, with the big bush,

but I still found her spot.

I just had to machete my way

through her little tropical jungle

but it was there.

No doubt.

Oh, it was beautiful. Tasty!

It probably looks something like this.

Oh, ho, ho, man!

Yeah, that's her.

You know what, Melissa?

F*** you too!

That's f***ing good!

How wet is that p*ssy?

It's just dripping!

Hey, what are you guys doing?

Line up, all of you!

Who drew that?

Who drew that?

I did.

Your phone's ringing.

Shut up!

Why don't you answer it?

You did.

Let's take a closer look at your work.

Don't f***ing touch me!

- Let him go!

- Don't f***ing touch me!

Come on, chill!

Yo, Angel.

Hey, bro.

Come on, man. Get up.

Yo, Angel. Get up, man.

What the...

What the f*** did you do?

What the f***, man?

What the f*** did you do?

On the ground now.

What the hell happened?

Goodyear,

what the hell happened?

Tell him what happened!

- On your belly!

- No!

On your belly.

Arms to the side.

Tell him what happened!

What the f*** are you doing?

Why don't you tell him

what happened, Goodyear?!

F***ing pussies!

Tell him what f***ing happened!

If I were you,

I'd be calling my union rep.

We didn't f***ing do anything!

Where's that ammo?

Tell him what f***ing happened!

Break it up right now!

Get away from there.

What's up, bro?

I'm back, kid.

Knock it off! Relax!

...with Steve Quailer.

McCleod to Quailer.

And shot! Score!

Yes!

You've reached

St. Patrick's Hospital.

Your call is important to us.

A representative will be

with you shortly.

We appreciate your patience.

Get the f*** out of here.

No!

No! No!

Ah!

Ow!

Hello?

Yes...

I... I'm calling from Enola Vale

Youth Correctional.

We had somebody admitted there

earlier this evening.

His name's Angel Ortiz.

- Well, Officer...

- Come on, man!

We're sorry to inform you

that the boy was pronounced dead

two hours ago.

I'm very sorry.

Yo, what the f*** are you doing?

Just f***ing hold him.

No! No!

Solitary Control.

Open up cell 9.

Butch. Butch!

What's up with Angel?

I don't know.

I didn't hear.

I'm glad you're back, though.

Not for long.

I'll be out of this shithole in a week.

I have some...

Wait, wait.

I'm sorry. I'm... I'm...

Who's ringing the bell?

It's Davis.

I need to use the phone. Please.

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