Nathan stood there, holding onto the bars as Chuckles came over. "no sir, just want you to know what i think of you all" he said, smiling. "i would imagine your a piece of shi.." before he could finished the was hit with the current from the baton, that traveled through the bars, doubling in strength before coursing straight into him.  Nathan saw stars as he hit his cot, his limbs not listening to him, jerking all over the place, every other muscle completely seized up and tight.  oh he probably shouldnt have let the loud mouth on the speak get to him, but hindsight was 20/20, and he really wasnt known for thinking things through.

when he was finally able to move, he laid on the bed, feeling even worse off when Chuckles asked who was getting a helping of cleaning the floor, Nathan groaned. "your Mama, she's use to being on her knees right Chuckles?" shaking his head to shake off the effects of that 'shocking' experience.  it was while he laid there, that he heard the announcement about them dining with everyone else. "hm" looking over at his cellmate. "you getting the feeling that, that doesnt sound good?" he asked her, giving a weak smile