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Someone on this fucking heap has to have a cigarette. A real one.

You know, I gave my last cigarette away a while ago. Sorry. For that matter, do you know just how bad they are for you?

I don't know who the hell you are, or why the fuck you're here, but please feel free to kiss my ass.

Nick Naylor, I'm a warden here and no thanks.

Congratulations. I bet you got teased alot in college.

I have cigarettes.

What do you want for one? Let's make a deal

First your name and standing here.

I'm Miss Parker and I'm an inmate. Who are you?

The Silhouette. Warden.

Does your warden allow you to smoke, Parker?

The Silhouette? Sexy.

I don't have a Warden yet.

When you do, direct him or her to me, and have them let me know if you are allowed to smoke.

Well thanks for nothing. This is absurd. I am a fucking adult.

You are also an inmate, and in prisons, tobacco can be marked as contraband.

But given everything I've seen in journals, I highly fucking doubt that there is anything contraband on this heap.

This simply means that I hold myself to a higher standard.

Right. Whatever you want to tell yourself.