You were in the bunk next to Poussey, and you often had random dreams about her... You liked Poussey all though you were in denial and didn't want to be believe you could be anything but straight. However, today you're in lunch and sitting at the ghetto block table next to Poussey and you realize the Mexicans who run the kitchen purposely gave us salty ass food. As soon as Poussey takes a bite she spits it out.

"AH, What the fuck!?!?"