That’s my supper you’re eating


Brewer saw you cross the line last week you goddamned scab. We all know times are hard, but why did it have to be Roggins and Co? Do you work my station you son of a bitch? Since it's our paychecks you're taking home, maybe you won't mind telling us how long you can live on it. All of us, we're looking out for each other. And we're looking out for you, too.

Arnold and the rest of shift six.

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