Butters wasn't looking forward to this.

Of course, being dropped into a mysterious prison where he was seemingly being put on charge for a murder wasn't something that made him particularly happy, but the fact that his fate was in the hands of a mysterious Warden didn't help, either. He fiddled with his hands nervously, cleaning his fingernails out with his other hand while trying not to think about what happened next. As soon as the door opened, he jumped back, staring at it with a concerned expression.

"Uuu...aaa...howdy, Warden...um..." He glanced around. "Th--Thank you for tryin' to talk to me, or somethin'..."