"Not cards. It was a dice, actually. The cards are next..." And Harvey was living in fear of that but hey, he had to protect his manhood from Pamela cause she was... an experience. He liked her, in a way, and hated her at the same time. And at one point, a weird dating rumour about them spread like wildfire and that was still kind of a funny memory. Oh, boring long summers in Arkham. "Keep trashing on me and I'll overwater the plants in the lobby when it's my chore day."

He gave Pamela a pointed look that he meant his threat and then pulled away, trying to look down the hallway that Jonathan had gone down.

There was nothing that could be seen but suddenly the most horrific screams rang out. Short, sweet and clearly swift to death. "Well... that's the back up guards down too. I guess we gotta get moving or we'll never reach him before Bolton does."