[Oddey]

OOOC: That's ok Splat. Not everyone has the time for this. I'll think of something to get Lubbent out of this situation, assuming I can godmod your character to let go of Lubbent.
IC: The entire tray hit Scream in the face. Lubbent would have laughed, had Scream not loosened his grip enough for him to escape. Quickly slipping through his grip, he ran off toward his cell. Stealing a glance back, he saw Scream covered in glop. The sight was just as amusing as he'd imagined. Running onward, he hoped he wouldn't get into too much trouble for this. 'Nah, Nadda chance.' Thought Lubbent reassuringly. Somehow, he doubted this would go unpunished, even with the best of excuses.

When Lubbenmt reached his cell, he slowed down enough to catch his breath and lie down on his cot. It wasn't as bad as he'd always thought it would be before he was jailed. He'd expected a much worse treatment. Of course, now he took that for granted. He did keep a clean record in terms of disallowed items. He didn't have a whiff of drug about him. He had no hint of lung disfunction. He did envy those with them, but he knew he shouldn't take chances with his old age. Not to mention, he caused more than enough trouble already, he didn't want to test the guards any further. Sighing, he wished he still had food to make that squishy ball. 'At least Scream got a hole tray o' food in his fase.' Thought Lubbent.