I didn't like T-Count much. He'd call me a faggot on a weekly basis and always bragged, claiming he had a footlong dick. Despite this, I know that deep down, even if he didn't show it, he cared about people, especially his slaves. He always seemed fond of Zag, and proud of all his recruits. T-Count was like a watermelon in this way. Dry, disgusting, and as healthy as shit on the outside, but on the inside, he was soft and kind. You just need a large kitchen knife to see it.
I sincerely hope he's not in the most agony possible in the bannage abyss.
T-Counts last words:
And get banned before Ford? Nah, I ain't stooping that low in the SHAME well.