Welcome to Cove

Guard= Brown
Dell= Blue
Comaley= Red
Prisoners= Green
Unknown Male Voice= Navy

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Prior to his new dwelling in the Yewish prison, Dell was sentenced to a various of, in his mind, minor crimes; such as: public nudity, theft, abuse against several Covian guards, as well as a few allied foreign militia men, rudeness, drunkenness, stupidity, and largeness. Of course it didn't help by his constant need of juggling with painted balls or sharp objects and in the course of his sentence he was sent to the Yewian prison to serve a longer sentence with the most despicable and disgusting criminals in Yewish territory.

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*In Yew..*

"Dell and Comaley, get up. Let's go."  
"What?"  
"Well, it's your lucky day today, pals. You're free."
"Pff.."
"Uh, what do you mean?"  
"Yup, that's right you been pardoned. So come on get your shit
Let's go."  
"What are you talking about, I don't understand?"  
"Yup, Baron's pardoned you. Now come on, let's get the feck
out of here."  
"Uh, uh, I'm free. Are yeh serious!?"  
"Feck no, you got four more years, stupid ass. Hahahaha. Every
feckin' day, you fall for it. Feckin' stupid ass."

Meh..

[A song fills the prison corridor with two of the most familiar prisoners leading the choruses..]

When I get out, I'm going home to my Vesper nest
Going straight to my freaks and get undressed
And I'm a hit it like an insane chicken hawk
Hoochie, won't be able to walk  

When I get out, I'm a run around town naked
Because my freedom feels good, I can't fake it
I let my nuts flop to the slip-slop
I wanna chop chop punk Yew flip flop  

When I get out, I'm going to my mother's house
She gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a mountain block
And I'm a chew it on up to the last rock  

When I get out, I'm putting on my new boots
But I don't see anybody sportin' Covian hoots
And them wizaby skirts are history
But so what, I'm a sport mine like a D!

Dell and Comaley! Check it out y'all
Dell and Comaley! We gettin out y'all
Dell and Comaley! Check it out y'all
Dell and Comaley! We gettin out  

When I get out, I'm going to the festivals
Cussing, rude, and scratching my testicles  
Like we did before we got locked down
I'm coming back around, the Yewish frown!  

When I get out, I'm a throw a party
And guess who shows up, nobody!  
I just sit alone and pretend I play solitaire
I don't care, at least I won't be here  

When I get out, I'm coming back to the bay
So I can breathe the fish stank, but that's okay
Cuz I'd much rather whif that shit
Then my cellmate Dell's funky armpits  

When I get out, I'm heading straight to the Covian Seven
For a big long cold thing made from Heaven
And I'm a drink it down to the very end
After that, I eat the bottle that it came in  

Dell and Comaley! Check it out y'all
Dell and Comaley! We gettin out y'all
Dell and Comaley! Check it out y'all
Dell and Comaley! We gettin out  

"Yeah, let me call this broad up with the com crystal thing, tell her I'm getting out.
This is my baby, ya know what I'm saying."  
"Hello?"
"What's up, baby, man, it's me."
"Hello!?"  
"Wait a minute."  
"James!?"  
"Who the hell is this? WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!"  

When I get out, I'm shooting someone in the head
Somebody been sleeping in my bed
I never thought my sweetheart would sell me out
Now I gotta walk up and smack her teeth out

When I get out, I'm back to the good life
So don't sweat me, Lord Protector D'Gar Fife
In the pen, I seen your Yewish friend butt son
Seen daddy like to use his butt some

When I get out, it's all about the tavern sound
I'll crawl back behind the bar and never be found
So when you order your fancy ass
You might see my eyeball looking at you through the glass

Dell and Comaley! Check it out y'all
Dell and Comaley! We gettin out y'all
Dell and Comaley! Check it out y'all
Dell and Comaley! We gettin out  

I'm getting out, I'm getting out!