Alex was tired. Not that it was a huge problem, as Alex always felt tired. Unless he was behind a screen, he was not, to his surprise. After looking at the room, Alex had tried to sleep again, as it helped him escape the world. Alex was woken up by the voices of other people. Oh right, he was in a prison. He followed the guards, and tried to make himself seem as small as possible, not wanting to be shanked, or unliked.
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Shit. Fuck. I love those words. I probably use them too much. Oh. He called me an idiot, I thought, when the guard spoke up. I noticed a cup of what i thought to be coffee, or a really strong tea. I could really use either of those things right now. I love coffee. I shaked slightly when a man, or a bear, started to talk. This really looked high tech. He said bitch. Rude.