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"Your kitchen?I think you are wrong it is the prison's kitchen,And to answer your question i am here to help make food for these heathens" Nathan said with a smile heading towards the sink starting to wash his hands while singing a Catholic song that his grandmother song to him once when he was a child.

Once he was finished cleaning his hands he went over to the grill and preparing the food that would be severed to the other prisoners.