[It would be easier to kill him than negotiate. Riddick's brain is fairly sure of it, but he knows that he's not thinking completely clearly. Better to err on the side of... warden. That word will never not come with an internal sneer at himself.
He drops out of the doorframe and back into the stairwell, waving a polite hand into the bumper-car infested hall.]
no subject
He drops out of the doorframe and back into the stairwell, waving a polite hand into the bumper-car infested hall.]
All. Yours.
[Warden.
Warden.
Kill him.
Warden.]