"Six months?!" Gus voice squeaks high at the end. He's not serious? He is serious.
This is utter and complete crap!
"Dude... I..." Gus doesn't know what to say to that. Because it sucks and it's utter crap, and it just sucks some more. "There's no way to get out early? Nothing?"
No parole. Damn. "Look, I bet I can bring you stuff, like magazines? Books? Oh, man, do you need to barter cigarettes with the other inmates?! You'll totally need a supply of those! My mother will kill me if she finds out, but this is for a good cause. Just promise you won't pick up any bad habits here." Gus gives Shawn his most serious, 'that stuff can kill your lungs' look.
no subject
This is utter and complete crap!
"Dude... I..." Gus doesn't know what to say to that. Because it sucks and it's utter crap, and it just sucks some more. "There's no way to get out early? Nothing?"
No parole. Damn. "Look, I bet I can bring you stuff, like magazines? Books? Oh, man, do you need to barter cigarettes with the other inmates?! You'll totally need a supply of those! My mother will kill me if she finds out, but this is for a good cause. Just promise you won't pick up any bad habits here." Gus gives Shawn his most serious, 'that stuff can kill your lungs' look.