"We can hear you, ya dumb, hairless runt; and you too stupid pony." A pair of guard Dogs in armor brandishing spears walked past their cells. One rapping his weapon along the metal bars. "Dogs have good hearing, your voices echo off the walls, so we know what you's plan is, good luck trying to get out, dum-dums!" One of the guards stopped to lift his leg and pee on Atchmon's cell.