Michael smiled to himself smugly. He had already broken himself into Fox River by 'robbing' a bank and now it was his job to break himself and his brother out.
Michael looked at his Latino cell-mate who was resting on the top bunk "Do not be afraid my little Mexican friend,"
Sucre raised an eyebrow "Scared of what bro?"
"I don't know what you just said, but I'm going to break out of prison!" Michael announced.
"You're crazy bro," Sucre said and rolled over onto his back.
Michael grinned "Now to summon my special powers,"
Sucre shook his head "This guy's crazy," He muttered.
Michael ripped of his shirt "MICHAEL POWERS INTIATE!!!!!!!"
Nothing happened.
"I need to break this wall open," Michael smiled.
He punched the wall which just broke his hand.
"Ow!" Michael announced "No worries! I shall simply break through the bars!"
Sucre watched Michael as he aimed his head towards the bars "What are you doing bro?"
Michael looked up and waved "Oh hello my friendly foreigner; I'm just going to break these bars down,"
He shuffled to the back of the cell and prepared to run.
"Don't do this bro," Sucre said.
Michael chuckled "Funny little foreigner,"
He ran straight and whacked his head against the bars. He then collapsed and was rendered unconscious.
A few hours later Michael regained consciousness. He was in the doctor's office.
"…fuck," Michael said.
And this is the end.