“You are a disgrace. You should know that by now.”
“That is your opinion, and you are entitled to it. I can’t agree with it though. I can’t apologize for who I am.”
“Wow, you have some balls to be able to say that after what you have done.”
“I don’t recall doing anything which might lead you to refer to my genitals in that crude a manner. All I have ever done is follow the most pragmatic path; the most rational way.”
“Logic, is that your excuse? You are fucking insane, that’s why you did what you did. No logic, no nothing! You had everything and you have thrown it all away, asshole.”
“If you are referring to the incident which took place last week, I can assure you that your assertions are misplaced. I did what was required.”
“I can’t even begin to fathom your words, you son of a bitch!”
“Pardon your language, dear sir. Or else I might have to dole out justice to you too, just like my family. You are leading astray from the path of logic, just like they did.”
“You fucking killed them, you bastard. You could have let her leave with the kid. She wouldn’t have told anyone.”
“I am sorry but I possibly couldn’t have let them do that. They had seen too much, far too much for my convenience.”
“All they had seen was you twisting a fucking dog’s neck, jerk!”
“Oh my, how come you got to know of that piece of information? I am sorry, sir. I will have to deal with you too now.”
“Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing? Drop that blade, fucker. You son…”
The alarm went off. It was time. Constable Samson entered to take the inmate from his cell.
“Hey you, what are you going on about in front of the mirror, professor? I hear you have been mumbling to yourself all night long, dead man. And drop that blade! You won’t be doing anything horrible with it anymore.”
The inmate looked confused; he had always been so. The constable held the heavily-chained inmate by his arm and dragged him out of his cell and down the hallway, where the execution chair awaited him.