Let's see . . . where were we? Oh, yeah, Belleck still has no pants . . .

-Some guy is kissing up to Michael. Really amazing the English profiency here.
-It's tough times when you have water lines.
-Tensions are high . . . maybe a chicken foot?
-Watch the water! No . . . Oh that's no good. That's how California migrations start.
-Wasn't there water where Whistler was hiding?
-Oh, ok. A sewer. But still, a little plastic wrap and a bucket and they can purify that (learned that in third grade).
-Talking to Whistler is like talking to a wall.
-Not sure I really get this whole Whistler thing, but apparently the other inmates want him dead. Anyhow, on to the break . . .

Back to the fights . . .

-Michael is kicking ass.
-A knife!
-And Maholm is a bad mother fucker . . .
-He's like Jack Bauer without the occasional season of sobriety.
-Another cliche of the place requiring a jacket.
-A guy walks into a fancy restaurant. The owner stops him and says he can't come in without a tie. The guy goes out to his car, and gets his jumper cables and ties them around his neck and walks back in. The owner stops him and looks at him for a bit and says "Ok, you can come in, but don't try to start anything."
-Lincoln meets some secret service something or another while I was writing that lame joke.
-The only Spanish speaking person in Panama is still outside the prison waiting for her brother.
-Dead people get dumped . . .
-She's searching for money on the corpses of the indigent?
-Ahh, the sewer guy is pretty smart . . .
-Geez . . . friggin LJ . . .
-I guess the sewer guy is named Whistler.