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Ziglet walked to his office door and closed it, then slunk back inside and started searching through the confiscation box for something fun. After finding nothing of use, he took out his baton and started tossing it from hand to hand. "Odd, sometimes I think I should transfer to district B. Everything fun happens there."
Mongo turned and rolled in his bed, but he couldn't sleep. He grunted and got up and headed out the cell. He walked down the halls and to the courtyard, and sat down on one of the bench-tables, resting the palms under his hands and his elbows on the table. He looked around to see what everyone was doing. He saw a few inmates playing something like kick ball, but he was to lazy to get up and play.
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"The judge knew that he was full of shit and gave him twenty five years and now his heart is filled with tears. That night it was getting late. He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed. but the guards payed no attention to his cries. that's when things got out of control. The moral of the date rape story: it does not pay to be drunk and horny." -Sublime, Date Rape
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