[There's a grumble, then some unintelligible muttering. Silence for a couple of seconds, then the sound of a match being struck.]
Fuckin' jailers don't give us any goddamn choice. I'm goin' - least then I know what's comin' an' don't have t'keep lookin' over my goddamn shoulder fer those robots.
[Another pause, like he's thinking about something
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