iasonhassanov
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bottom-feeders..all of them. I wouldn't last five minutes in there, I knew it, and I am pretty sure they knew it. Every last one a predator.
There was definitely a pecking order. Some people blame society....they are born, they drift, join a gang, and then get trapped.
Though a cel of steel and acrylic, beady eyes were visible though the shadows.
They all had weapons, and bore the scars of using them on each other. Giant cockroaches, scuttling out of the light.
you can almost hear them whisper, watching the faces twitch.
I saw one lunge for the other, he drew his weapon, and with a flick of the wrist, a part of the others face was severed off.
floating away like in slow motion. The first one looked at me, pleading in his eyes
but there was no way i was going in there...
the attacker sulked away with the victum nursed his wound...an eerie silence came over the place.
Dawn approached, my relief would be here soon...I packed up my things, and wrote out my timesheet. No action report would be written
no one cared
no one listens
the cycle repeats itself
and not many people have to stand next to a Lobster tank at red lobster for 12 hours doing security like I just did
Well done, Mr. Hassanov! You got me all along! 
That was... 
Awesome! Now I'm in the mood for sea cockroach roll. 
You had me all O.O !!!!!