The Disk Mire

“Wha-wh… How did he do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“How could he even…?”

“Man, I don’t know. Sorry to call you over, but I just can’t deal with this shit alone.”

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“…Well, I guess we should call the warden. And an ambulance.”

“This wasn’t in the job description, man.”

“Isn’t the first suicide here. It is gruesome though, I’ll give you that.”

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