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We know you don't have a surveillance tape any more,
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you have nobody to testify.
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So is this really all you've got?
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Mr Savrinn, that bullet went through your teres major,
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ripped the lateral margin of your scapula,
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leaving you no medial rotation of your arm.
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So if you try to swing that piece of lumber at me...
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It's gonna feel like your arm is ripping out of its socket.
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Come on, Nick. Mr Project Justice.
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We both know why you're really here, don't we?
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And it ain't to save Lincoln Burrows' life.
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Inside these walls, I creep and I crawl,