Animal Factory Page #2

Earl Copen had a set of balls on him

from the day he come in this joint.

He knew he couldn't handle

this boy one-on-one.

So he went up on a catwalk and got

one of them big steel mop buckets.

He filled it up with water.

Yeah?

When this motherf***er

was walkin' by,

Earl aimed at it,

dropped it and let it go.

Did it hit him?

It didn't hit him on the head, hit

him on the foot, lucky motherf***er.

Boy couldn't walk right

for nearly six months.

Earl could've sliced

his ass up too, after that.

He let this boy slide. That's

one thing I like about Earl.

Just show Earl a little tenderness,

and he can be a kind human being.

Now, come down and eat my p*ssy.

You wish!

Ooh.

You finished typing up

that memo on Florizzi?

Uh, right here.

The roof guard said

he made you at the scene.

You were just passing by, I suppose.

Minding my own.

He ran right into me.

Paul and Vito were made also,

but he didn't know the others.

And I sure as hell don't.

Oh, sure,

I didn't think you did.

And this?

Two G's of pure junk?

Florizzi claims this was forced

on him by some unknown gang...

to be passed along

in Section-A.

- When he refused...

- He was assaulted and ran away.

I just typed it up.

Retype it.

Leave this sh*t out of it.

I don't need

the goddamn headaches.

Also, tell that bozo gang

of yours to lighten up!

I'm tired of this crap.

Don't you ever want

to get out of here?

You guys like being locked up?

What's the show tonight?

Someone's singing.

Leave the report on my desk.

I'm going to chow.

Mmm-mmm

Let's get the f*** out of here.

No, man, you go.

I'm gonna hang.

Just let the guy sing.

He stinks, man.

I'm talking 'bout your... It's a

good thing you got the sh*t back.

How did you get it back?

Sh*t. This is my prison.

Everybody knows that.

That kid, friend of Jesse's?

Looks like he's got

a problem with Psycho Mike.

This guy, he's been talkin' bad about you.

He says you're a snitch.

You gotta take care of it. That's f***ing

bullshit. I don't even know this guy.

I just f***in' ran it by you.

Be there tomorrow, West Block.

I told him I'd bring you.

My name's at risk here 'cause

I've been seen talking to you.

Don't make me

come lookin' for you.

Okay, man, I'll be there.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Oh.

So f***ing hot.

I heard about your little

ordeal with, uh, Psycho Mike.

What do you think

I should do about it?

What do you think you should do?

You gotta get yourself a weapon. You

gotta protect your pretty white ass...

you wanna survive around here.

Jesus Christ!

"What should I do?"

Come hide under my motherfuckin'

panty hose, b*tch.

You hear me?

Four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine.

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