"I can't knock them out. I'm only trained in murder, not passive submission."
I looked at him, sitting behind the bars, unkempt, staring at the wall. He glanced in my direction, then looked back at the wall. "Tell me, why did you do it?" He chuckled. "Why? Well, it doesn't really matter, does it? I committed the crime, and now I'm paying for it."
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