I’m not a huge fan of this “scrappy smarter-than-you protagonist owns pretentious thug” trope. > "So you're protecting your meat identity, right?" The Chado

I’m not a huge fan of this “scrappy smarter-than-you protagonist owns pretentious thug” trope. > "So you're protecting your meat identity, right?" The Chador seemed to teeter a little. … "We're here for a... uh... party." The voice from the other Chador was a flanged saxophone, but I could swear it had a Texas accent. "Rubbish. You're having a cell meeting, right? " The near Chador, the one I had groped, seemed to teeter again. It’s so cartoonish, like it’s barely a step removed from “they clapped their hands to their foreheads and fell backwards, shoes flying from their feet in the process” -style slapstick, you know?