Rob smiled to himself as the dark-haired misanthrope continued to make a scene. [color=A2E2F5][i]Not a great way to make friends in prison, kiddo.[/i][/color] The man could have been merely pretending to be highly educated, but enough PhDs had come through his shop that Rob felt he could distinguish the genuine article. The best of them appreciate the limits of their knowledge and respect how the craftsman's expertise complements and sometimes exceeds their own. The worst of them thunder into the shop, condescendingly proclaiming their own brilliance and indignantly lecturing anyone who dares point out the obvious unstructurality of whatever deathtrap they've designed.

If you needed their business to get by, these people were a nightmare. If not, their tendency to mouth themselves into trouble was often a source of high-quality entertainment.

The younger man, whom Ryan had tried to recruit into his cops-can't-lie camp, snapped loudly at the arrogant man, drawing Rob's attention, along with that of most of the room. Rob hadn't realized that everyone "selected" for this program had been a lifer or sitting on death row. That certainly didn't bode well for--

[color=f7941d]"So there’s only one reason I can think of for us being here. We’re lab rats.”[/color]

[color=A2E2F5][i]Christ.[/i][/color]

Rob shifted to get a better view of Ryan. Maybe the inmates who were closer to their thirty days--or who'd known inmates who'd been freed after their term--could give them some tips on how to make it through in one piece.

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[heaviside]: check out the next page--there's also the old guy
[heaviside]: well, "old"
[heaviside]: file says he's a "rigger"
[heaviside]: had to read that carefully a second time, lmao
[heaviside]: wikipedia is telling me they put up lights and sets and shit for big concerts
[heaviside]: seems pretty regular, compared to mob bosses and uranium thieves
[heaviside]: think it's coincidence that we got a high proportion of high profile/big time criminals here?