[shit shit he's growing at him. Last thing he needed was the man getting mad at him again. he paused, huffed a bit, and leaned back on a tree, staring down the street a moment. Hand pushed through his hair, trying to think. How to tell him.]

Look...

[He... frowned, finger running over the scar on his neck. If he told him he'd have a fit. if he didn't tell him he'd have a fit, right? Maybe.]

That place... they keep people in cages. When they... set me out they said there were weapons all over the grounds and... to be proper game. That the chip in my neck would keep me from escaping... or blow my head off. I ... took it out after the shot. I managed to get out. that's all. It's not a big deal. Because that ain't there no more I can just... pop in, check it out and pop out...