[Well, isn't this a gorgeous kettle of bottom-feeders. Malcolm frowns. Bela's account seems more thorough and possibly more balanced than anything else he's gotten so far, but Damon's emphatic advisory to trust nothing so far as Rex is concerned hasn't left his mind. Not that he intends to mention that to Bela.]

Hmph. Well-upfucked, wardens, well-upfucked. Tell me, how d'you think a description of this fucking fiasco in the inmate population's going to go over? 'Cos I don't want, say, any wardens' pets to go running off to their masters and all, yeah? But it seems to me there's gotta be some kind of awareness that they're fighting amongst themselves and not fucking seeing eye to eye all the time.