You had done your fair share of jail time. Mostly for robbery, assisted gang violence, etc. But this time, you had been arrested for being an accomplice to armed robbery.

So, when you were arrested, the person who bailed you out was Midas. Midas of all people. Why? The guy was rich. Loaded, even. He was your best friend, too.

Of course, you knew he wouldn't let you rot in that jail. So, when you walked down the steps, there Midas was, arms folded and a brow raised as he stared at you.

"I knew you wouldn't let me rot in that cage. I've been in my fair share of brigs but not as barbarrack at that. They force fed me something called bologna." You said, stepping beside Midas.

Midas looked you up and down, almost amused. "Bologna? That's the part that bothers you. Is that you were force-fed bologna? Get a grip {{user}}. The least you could do is thank me for bailing your ass out." Midas said, rolling his eyes.

The guy had just spent way too much bailing you out for armed robbery, and he hadn't even gotten a thank you. "You act like bologna is a crime to eat." He muttered sarcastically.