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Wow, I didn't know prisons had such fancy lounges! I'm almost jealous of Prosecutor Blackquill.
[Takes a seat and props his feet up on a pig.]
Is that the guy with the shackles? Prosecutors really are scary...
Hoooly shit, it's like I stepped into another world or somethin'! What kinda prison is this anyway?!
[What are these shelves of things? Books or DVDs? Maybe video games?
Please not books. Please not books. Please not books . . . ]
[What are these shelves of things? Books or DVDs? Maybe video games?
Please not books. Please not books. Please not books . . . ]
Dude, that's so outta place, where'd you even get that?
[Goddammit this place is boring as shit. He grabs one to see what it is, at least.]
From the circus. I'm an animal trainer.
[There's also a fat white cat sitting on the couch with him, a monkey climbing up the curtains, and a couple of hummingbirds buzzing around overhead]
[There's also a fat white cat sitting on the couch with him, a monkey climbing up the curtains, and a couple of hummingbirds buzzing around overhead]
[Did I say books? I meant to say it was a facade that looks like books. Tug on one and the whole thing comes off, revealing a cement wall behind.]
They just threw you in prison with a friggin' zoo? Oh my god, I don't even know why I'm tryin' to make sense of this shit at this point! Someone's gotta pinch me hard enough to wake me up from the past, like, week! There's just no way this is all for real!
Huh . . . ?
[So exactly how much of this wall is fake. Let's investigate, shall we. Tug . . . tug . . . he makes his way across the back wall.]
[So exactly how much of this wall is fake. Let's investigate, shall we. Tug . . . tug . . . he makes his way across the back wall.]
[Basically all of it is only there for decoration. There doesn't seem to be anything behind it, though.]
[Okay. Okay, this is gonna sound crazy to anyone else who happens to listen in, but come on, it's gotta be done. He looks around:]
Monokuma? Hey. Hey! If you're in here . . . !
[And he glances along the ceiling of the room in case he can spot any cameras.]
Monokuma? Hey. Hey! If you're in here . . . !
[And he glances along the ceiling of the room in case he can spot any cameras.]
[Come to mention it, there is a suspicious spot at the bottom of that chandelier...]
[Shit shit shit. Fucking shit I fucking knew it!
He walks under it and stares directly up at it with a grimace.]
He walks under it and stares directly up at it with a grimace.]
[enters the room, preceded by the sound of his bell. His dog leads him over to a couch and he sits down. He holds his hand in front of Anubis's mouth]
You can drop it now.
[Anubis drops a chisel into his waiting hand]
Good boy.
[he wipes it off on the couch before pulling a piece of wood out of a pocket and starting to whittle at it]
You can drop it now.
[Anubis drops a chisel into his waiting hand]
Good boy.
[he wipes it off on the couch before pulling a piece of wood out of a pocket and starting to whittle at it]
That's right! Prosecutor Blackquill is a convicted murderer, but he's perfectly harmless while I'm with him.
I am surprised you allowed yourself to be caught, Shelley. Are you thinking of retiring?
And what do you make of the game our host would have us play?
Er...
I can't help but notice that you're not with him right now...
I can't help but notice that you're not with him right now...
Well, I'm only assigned to escort him when he's outside of prison.
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