🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

-- Welcome, you... Damn it... -- Ushumgallu glanced at what remained of the new prisoner's hands. -- The jackals have gone wild, I see.

- Not every cop is trash, but not every piece of trash is a cop, - the interrogated man philosophized, narrowing his eyes.

-- At least the bespectacled one got his comeuppance, which is something to be happy about in this mess.

- He doesn't look like an intellectual. Probably doesn't even wear lenses, just carries them for show. I see you don't have warm feelings for him either, - he recalls the brawl in the bar. - Heh. And he really gave it to that dog. Stand your ground and be damned? That's a thought I can get behind. What's your name, friend? I'm Zibaba, son of Zabiba. I'd shake your hand, but I can't.