Morgan sat in his cell, crying into his hands. He hadn't killed anyone! But Ms. Claudia Vloanwhateversky wouldn't have it. A large man in dog catcher's uniform came down to his cell. He had a name tag that said Wayne John and was carrying a very banana-shaped briefcase.
"Hello," said Wayne John. "I am your Warden. You have a visitor."
Martin Luther King Jr. strolled into the room. "We weren't supposed to let anyone in but this one was a special case," the Warden continued.
"Well well well," said MLK. "Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Freeman. You know after all these years I never forgot. I HAVE A DREAM! A DREAM IN WHICH ME AND MY LOVER CAN LIVE IN PEACE AND BE UNITED IN HOLY MATRIMONY! That was the speech, Morgan, that was the speech," Martin spat on the ground. He grabbed the bars of the dimly lit cell and shook them. "IF YOU WEREN'T BEHIND THOSE BARS I'D KILL YOU!" The Warden moved quickly, drawing from the banana-shaped briefcase a banana-shaped taser, which he inserted rectally into Martin Luther King Jr.
Suddenly everything was a blur. The Warden fell over with the unconscious MLK, and everything went black.
When Morgan woke he was naked spinning in a rusty metal bird cage. A pale face stood out in the darkness. "Nice to see you again Mr. Freeman."