Mr. Jones sat in the house where he first met Dr. Jack. It wasn't that much. Just a two room place with a television, couch, bathroom, bedroom and a kitchen.

Anyway, Mr. Jones was there with a forlorn face. He couldn't believe that he ratted Dr. Jack out like that to the cops.

"Why did they have to take him instead of me?" Mr. Jones thought for a second. "Oh, right. I put him there."

He sighed. "It would be a hell lot more fun with him here." Mr. Jones looked around and sighed.

He missed his adventures with Dr. Jack. He missed having him around and being his sidekick. Those were the days! He remembered one time that he accidentally set Dr. Jack on fire.

"That was so funny!" Dr. Jones thought. "He had beaten me with a lead pipe that day."

He sighed in content. But that's all over since Dr. Jack is off in some prison.

"Hey, watch it man!" Dr. Jack shouted at another inmate as he walked through the courtyard.

"You got a problem with me here, buddy?" The muscular, gruff inmate asked.

"Yeah. First off, you are too big to be in this courtyard and second of all, I'm not your buddy, guy!"

The inmate scoffed. "I'm not your guy, friend."

"I'm not your friend, buddy!" Dr. Jack replied.

"I'm not your buddy, guy."

"I'm not your…"

"Will you two shut the hell up?!" An inmate yelled. The two looked at each other.

"You just watch yourself." The muscular man said as he left.

"Oh, I'm shaking in my size ten boots!" Dr. Jack taunted.

"You are crazy." The man said as he turned around. "And who wears a lab coat over the prison jumpsuit." Dr. Jack looked at his clothing.

"I think it's awesome." Then suddenly, a voice was heard from a microphone.

"Will Dr. Jack please go to the warrens office?" Dr. Jack face lit up.

"I must be going." He replied. And he left. He was escorted by two security guards into the office.

As he walked in he sat down. He saw a man with gray hair, mustache, and a '70's suit.

"What's the happening?" Dr. Jack said.

"Cut the bull." The warren said. "I am letting you go for good behavior."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes. And…" Just then, the phone started to ring. "Oh shit! It's my wife!"

"What's wrong with her?" Dr. Jack asked.

"She scares the shit out of me." He replied.

"Alright, let me answer." The warren looked at him with uncertainty.

"Alright. But no funny business."

"Oakaly-dokaly!" He said with a smile and picked up the phone.

"Alright." The warren started. "I want you to sound sleepy… no, drowsy! Wait, angry!"

"What?" Dr. Jack asked. "Stop naming dwarves!" He yelled. He then proceeded to talk.

"Hello. The number you have dialed is not in service right now. Please hang up, drop your trousers and stick your finger up your ass. If you do that correctly, you'll be fucking yourself instead of the warren. Goodbye." He then hung up with the warren looking at him awestricken.

"You crazy son of a bitch…" The warren said with his jaw dropped.