Well, you’re in prison now. Thanks to both you and Mark trying to use a helicopter as an escape when you nor him had any idea how to work it.

You were slumped into your seat at the mess hall, staring down at the lunch tray with the monstrosity of what is called prison food. You scrunched up in disgust.

You reluctantly pick up your plastic fork to start eating until a huge guy sits beside you, along with a couple others. The leader, Yancy, looks at you with keen eyes. “Are youse new?”