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[color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] Cafeteria | [color=0072bc][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@The Man Emperor][@Eviledd1984][/center]

"[color=fff79a]Chow time![/color]" the guard announced from outside of the cell.  Bonehead quickly jerked his head toward the cell door and stood up, his grin widening as his mouth began to salivate.  "[color=fff79a]Prisoner 5318008, Jack Brennan-[/color]" hearing the name quickly erased Bonehead's smile.  His pupils retracted and his body quickly slumped where it stood. "[color=fff79a]-get up against the wall and put your hands behind your back.[/color]"

Jack, slightly panicked, looked at the metal plate mounted on the wall.  It was to serve as a mirror and, in it, Jack could see his bare face and trembling lip.  He was back in the driver's seat.  This is not where he wanted to be.  Bonehead was supposed to be the one who served time.  Jack was meant to come back out once the jail time was over.  This wouldn't do, not at all.  Did he say 'chow time'?

Reluctantly, Jack did as he was told.  The guards were quick to get in there and put on the restraints before escorting him out of the room and toward the cafeteria.  "[color=6ecff6]Will there... Will there be hamburgers?[/color]"

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“[color=f7941d]Two cannibals are eating a Clown. One says to the other, Does this taste funny to you?”[/color]

"[color=6ecff6]Mmhmmhm[/color]" Jack tried to force a polite laugh while masticating on some sliced peaches.  He eagerly wiped  his mouth with the sleeve of his uniform before leaning in on the table.  "[color=6ecff6]One of the cannibals started at the head,[/color]" he explained with a nervous grin, "[color=6ecff6]And the other started at the feet.  After a while, the first cannibal asked, 'How's it going?' to which the second cannibal replied, 'Great! I'm having a ball!'  Then the first cannibal shouted 'Hey! Slow down, man!  You're eating too fast!'[/color]" Jack then began hissing wildly out of his nose with a giggle that sounded more like a snake rhythmically hissing.  He looked over to the dark haired man and pointed.  "[color=6ecff6]Hehehe! [i]He [/i]gets it![/color]" before suggestively pointing down at his own lap.  His giggles soon died off and, under his own breath, he said "[color=6ecff6]Bonehead tells it better, I guess...[/color]"

With that, he shoved another slice of peach into his mouth.  "[color=6ecff6]By ah' way,[/color]" he began as he chewed.  "[color=6ecff6]Who ahr yoo guys a'eeway?[/color]"  His lips audibly smacked  between each word.  "[color=6ecff6]I'uh Jack[/color]"  He swallowed.  "[color=6ecff6]Jack Brennan.  Entrepreneur.  I'm a guy that knows how to get things,[/color]" he lied.  In Jack's mind, value was it's own protection.  If Jack was good for something, maybe he wouldn't be given a hard time by the other inmates.