Suppose you actually managed to make it past the guards at the front. There’s fifty more inside, armed to the teeth with stun batons and misplaced sexual aggression. But let’s say you happen to get past them. Then you get to meet Chang’s number one, Joshua. A four foot ten, one hundred and five pound bucket of piss and zit cream.
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