Conjuring a cup of grape jello, the guard held it up in his line of sight. Two buxom, seductive and highly sexual, eager woman...grape artificially flavoured jello. Women...jello...women...jello...women...jello. Catfight...junk food. Ermine gave the prisoner a bit of a confused, yet critical sort of look, "Seem like a bit of a waste." Taking a plastic spoon from his shirt pocket, Ermine scooped up a chunk of his grape jello and...nommed.
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