fuckthisshitRight. I hate phones and now I've got one stuck on my fucking wrist so I can be tracked by the government? Fuck this. I know someone out there knows how to get this off.
[ There's a small grunt as she audibly tries to get it off and continues to mumble about it in a British accent.] Welcome to another Earth, they said. Have a shit job and a shit apartment. [ It was pretty nice, actually. Except for the two other bedrooms. ] Make yourself at home. Here's five thousand dollars if you want to be under our thumb. [ Another frustrated grunt.]
Fuck! Does anyone have a saw or something? Wire cutters?
I can't be the only one who thinks being tracked by the government isn't the best idea.
[ Especially once they find out what she's done. ]
And why are we in fucking Florida? Was that place from Breaking Bad not available?