Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-29038468-20170731195832

Whisky soon starts feeling soreness in his arms.

The Lich looks over at the pilot. "You're awake, good. The treatment will add ten more years to your sentence." She gets up with her clipboard and walks over to him. "I wasn't given a name so I made you a name tag given how you got here, that's going to be another year by the way." She explains putting the name tag on him. It says, 'Pilot'. And who says that Liches don't have a sense of humor as she goes back to her desk.

"Huh? Confiscate? What are you talking about? Did you hit your head getting your hat? I said, we should get back to the museum!" Sheepy states. Did you hear her wrong?

The Lilim bows several times thank the Warden over and over before rushing back to the kitchen and then scurrying out. (Dude, Alpha I am so sorry about that man, things just got so out of hand. I am really so sorry about that and happy birthday!)

As a hole is being cut in the wall. Several small red dots focus right on Alpha and 493. Justine walks up to the cell. "Might I ask that you refrain from doing that? It won't reflect well on your sentence." She states. The mamonos behind her holding guns hold their aim steady. "Don't make things hard on yourselves." She adds.