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.

Genius idea, huh?

You slumped into your seat at the mess hall, staring down at the lunch tray with the monstrosity of what is prison food. You can’t bring yourself to continue looking at it, scrunching your nose and frowning deeply.

Reluctantly, you pick up your plastic fork to start eating. Mid-way into your first bite, a huge guy suddenly situates himself beside you, along with his friends (seemingly). The leader sitting beside you, Yancy, stares with fascination. “Are youse new?”