The young man, cage now sitting squarely in his lap watching with a combination of amusement and pity as one of his fellow captives tried vainly to free herself via flinging herself at the wall, and another was poked with a cattle prod several times to elicit a response of some sort. "Y'know, it probably isn't a wise idea to be shocking your merchandise like that, I dunno what kind of people you sell to, but where I come form, people tend to like having their shit decidedly NOT damaged before purchase. Some food for thought.", he stated to one of the guards as he began to strum his fingers over the top of the cage. "[i]They can't say shit if we shock you in places they can't see. Now shut up slave, before I decide to cook and eat that stupid animal of yours rather than sell it.[/i]", "Not that I expect you to actually give a damn, but the name my mother gave to me was Jacque, not slave, and trust me buddy, this right here? It is NOT the snack that smiles back." Jacque explained as he propped his elbows up on the cage and held his head up with his hands. Jacque tensed slightly in preparation for a shock, however the guard simply sneered, "[i]You'd better be grateful that we already have a buyer for you, bitch, or i'd beat you into the dirt.[/i]" "And here I thought you weren't doing it because you liked the way I look in these jeans.". That last comment earned Jacque a sharp jab in the shoulder with the prod, causing the man to jump and bite down on his inner cheek to suppress a yelp, "[i]Keep on talking, just try me.[/i]".