"I have a formal complaint," she snapped, pointing a manicured finger back toward the cells. "You people are working my husband to the bone! He looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. It’s inhumane!"
The officer blinked, checking his clipboard with a confused smirk. "Working him, ma'am? This is a high-security facility, not a Victorian coal mine. Your husband spends eighteen hours a day lying on a bunk, three hours eating, and the rest watching game shows in the common room. He hasn't lifted anything heavier than a plastic spoon in five years."
Mrs. Higgins gasped, her eyes widening in genuine confusion. "That’s impossible! He told me he’s exhausted because he’s been spending every waking hour for the last six months digging a tunnel!"
The officer blinked, checking his clipboard with a confused smirk. "Working him, ma'am? This is a high-security facility, not a Victorian coal mine. Your husband spends eighteen hours a day lying on a bunk, three hours eating, and the rest watching game shows in the common room. He hasn't lifted anything heavier than a plastic spoon in five years."
Mrs. Higgins gasped, her eyes widening in genuine confusion. "That’s impossible! He told me he’s exhausted because he’s been spending every waking hour for the last six months digging a tunnel!"
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