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"I've never been to another facility, so I can't really answer that..." Said Olivander, lodging his foot even deeper in his mouth.

"12.3%, give or take." Said Olivander, trying not to look to uncomfortable, "Lee's done a good job, but I don't understand why you feel proud of it. You had nothing to do with it."

"Sir? Whassat? Did you really just call me "sir"?" The old man burst out laughing, "That's a brilliant one, that." He recovered his composure after a few seconds and sat up on the tough, lumpy matress. "Nothin's wrong. Just wondrin' watcher doing hanging 'round here. Or I was, until you called...

Penn looked at Felix. It being a Look was really all that could be said about his expression. The rather blank expression on his face may have seemed like the result of a sort of tired apathy, but in truth it was more the effect of his body trying to express annoyance at what it percieved as an...

Olivander stumbled over to a desk piled high with neatly arranged papers. "I've been running some numbers, using any file that the Wardens have seen fit to let me see and... Do you have any idea what a logistical nightmare this place is!? Look at this!" Cried the financial executive, waving a...

"Well..." Said Olivander, "there was a prisoner caught with contraband who got sent off with a warning, a prisoner brutalised by guards until his leg fractured, and when a guard confessed, Mr. Montoya showed more annoyance than downright anger. I don't think he believed him." The economist...

Olivander groggily answered the door, looking at the visitor with tired, glazed-over eyes. It took him a moment to recognise hios fellow executive. "Oh. Hello, Richard." He said, giving his best effort at a smile, his eyes sunken and purple, "You'll have to excuse my appearance. It was a busy...

"Somewhere away from Wardens and Boffins." Replied Penn, making sure to look as natural as possible, "They tend not to like it when you stay in one place for too long, and I doubt they'll be inclined t'ward lenience when there are guests around. They'll want to impress 'em." He could tell the...

Penn got to his feet and bowed low and theatrically to Montoya, "Of course, sir. It'd be a pleasure." He put his arm around Felix and began to walk, "Come along, now, Fifi! We've got work of the [i/]greatest[/i] importance to be getting too!" "Seventeen million, give or take a few grand, Mr...

Silently, Penn pushed the small bag of contraband behind a rock. Olivander dutifully recorded the event, but kept quiet to Montoya. The aging inmate made a show of having difficulty standing, noting the dapper figures behind the now familiar uniforms of the Wardens, nodding to one of them...

"Various bits and bobs." Said Penn, "People tend to come to me with payment, or give me long enough to think of something I need. This was urgent, so you have the honour of being the only person I've ever allowed to open a tab."

"I'm not a doctor, mate. Just a crook." Penn knelt down beside the injured man, "Looks ugly, right enough. Might be a broken bone or two. No, probably just a fracture." He reached in to the bag, producing two small bottles, "For the pain, and for the bleeding. Nasty cut on the leg. Get a bandage...

The ending to Bioshock: Infinite. I feel that that is all that needs to be said.

"Right..." Said Olivander, only half listening. His notebook had gained a few pages of hasty writing as the elevator past the mining inmates. He had read the reports, and seen the numbers, but only now did he truly realise what an enormous operation this was. He followed Montoya off the...

Penn let out a loud chuckle, "What, this?" He said, holding aloft the bag, "You think this is my stash? How dumb do you think I am, keeping everything in one spot? I've got little hideaways all over the place!" He gestured down the hall, "Now, we goin' somewhere or what?"