[Because.... they're orders, and he's Poland. Heard the one about the Englishman, the Frenchman, the German, and the Pole who meet the Devil?]

[Poland stops and turns towards America, with a little grin.]

Like, what's it look like I'm doing? Duh. I'm breaking your camera-things, 'cause seriously, what's up with creeping on everyone? It's like, who does that?

Anyway, I have to say, I totes liked the decor in here better before. I know, I know, it gets way boring if you don't change shit around now and then, but this whole... prison... thing is mega gauche, for real.