"It's just the fuckin', you know, principle. Ain't nothin' free speech about knowin' people can you jacking off to them and doin' it anyway and not giving a damn how they feel about it."

She sits back down, still highly disgruntled, and gestures.

"Pick a bunk. Guts won't mind, just don't move anything." Not that there's a lot to move. Especially now that she made him store that hideously creepy egg face thing in his drawer.