Rorg was happy to have some company, but Jazz and Pil weren't to happy about it. They didn't really know Rorg, but they didn't like him all the same.
Rorg: Ummm, so how are things going up there? I haven't been there in a while.
Jazz: Eh, It's jail. What else can I say?
Rorg: How's the food?
Pil: Disgusting as usual! They give us uncooked, paramite substitute pie, that has gone way past the experation date!
Rorg: That sounds a lot better than what I get down here.
Jazz: What do you eat?
Rorg: When I do eat, I usually get slog guts that have been scraped off the recycler.
Jazz felt they had talked to much to Rorg.
Jazz: Common' Pil, lets get some sleep over....Ummmm, somewhere else.
Pil went, but kinda felt bad for leaving Rorg, even though he didn't like him. Anyway, Jazz and Pil went to the other side of the small prison cell and tried to get some sleep on the hard floor.
Rorg: It was nice talking to you guys.
Jazz and Pil ignored Rorg.
Jazz (whispering to Pil): What a phsyco! Anyway, doesn't this place bring you a bed at night?
Pil(whispering back to Jazz): I hear that they don't even turn off the lights!
Rorg: No, they don't give you beds down here. And yes, they do leave the lights on, but you get used to it.
Jazz(surprised): What! How did you hear us!
Rorg: Well, when you're all alone, you become more aware of your surroundings I guess.
Jazz: With talent like that, I'm surprised you haven't escaped!
Pil: Maybe we should team up!
Rorg: I dunno. I don't want to live a life on the run.
Jazz: It's better than this!
Rorg ponders to himself for a while.
Rorg: Okay, but I think we should get more on the team.
Pil: We have to do this right though.
Jazz: We'll do it right. (to Rorg) Listen up, just cus' we're escaping with you, doesn't mean we like you and it doesn't mean you're our buddy. And when we escape, you're not following me! Gottit?!
Rorg: Got it.
-oddguy
