The prison line up stretched out of the prison. It was a strange thing to see, people of all different heights and weights all making different sounds. Near the back of the line stood Eponine (wah, wah, Mari, wah oh Mar, wah!), crying profusely into a handkerchief and Enjolras was boosting a flowers moral (It is better to die like a man on your feet than live forever like a slave on your knees! Stand up! Do not smile at me from your knees, stand and show your pride!) Courfeyrac was lecturing the girl behind him (Oh I love your eyes! and What big teeth you have and Such red lipstick! All the better to kiss me with!) And Marius and Cosette were having a romantic moment. Azelma was clutching her teddy (ok she's a little old for a teddy), which might not even have been hers. Montparnasse was smiling demonically clutching his knife. Feuilly was staring glassy-eyed at the floor at a picture he had drawn in the mud, He sighed. That was the best picture he had ever drawn of Poland.
Suddenly out of the black and white stripes flew a drunken Frenchman clutching a half empty bottle of absinthe, singing as he stumbled through the mud (ooo, I am a pretty lass, all bonny and blue with wine the color of wine..a nose white on black paper). Many people in the line were looking very frightened, while some stood looking rather bored (Marius, Enjolras) Fueilly was however not among them, the look on his face could have stopped a determined lion from even scratching a zebra. Fueilly the death machine stood still as a statue, avenging his dear Poland. The drunken Frenchman now reconcilable as Grantiare through himself at the puddle and landed in it with a thump. Fueilly fell to his knee's with a cry of "AHHHHHH, he soiled Poland!"
Grantiare sits up and finds himself with an angry tear stained head screaming in his face so he replied in the appropriate manner, "What a pretty bo'l of absinthe you are." At this he got punched by Fueilly and passed out on the floor.
Enjolras kept the scared and curious crowd away, "Ooo this happens a lot, really nothing to worry about. Yes he is barking mad, he even kissed me once." Crowd slowly moved away in some cases runs slowly away. Enjolras was undaunted, "Well if your going, cheeri ho! And remember 'Vive la Republique!'" Javert turns up
"You will pay for that, ooo that come out well must have been all that practice with the mirror, have you met my son Ralphy?" he asked. Javert's illegitimate child grinned up at the Mizzies.
"Some people over there are ouching each other, I got a booboo." Said Ralphy with extreme wit.
"Oh, jolly fine some old man, tell me have you seen that drunk guy?"
"Where?" Javert runs off..
"Excellent" said Enjolras rubbing his hands together in the manner of Mr. Burns. Fueilly had just managed to re-construct his map of Poland. Ralphy sat down. He dipped his finger into Warsaw, and licked it.
"This mud tastes funny," giggled Ralphy
"Get your hands off of Poland you little-!" exclaimed Fueilly as he attacked Ralphy. Javert managed to pull the angry revolutionary off of his son.
"Daddy," complained Ralphy. "That bad prisoner man hurt my arm."
The line reforms and everyone enters the prison, dun, dun, duuu.
"Hello so glad you could come"
"Thank ya officer"
"Oh, hello this is Ralph"
"I think your pretty, have you seen my booboo?"
"Ahh Marius I think he's mad!"
"So do I my dear Cosette, come on we want to get a good jail room, nice and roomy. Comfy bed."
"Oh, Marius"
"Well good luck then! Hello, oh, its you again. Hello, hello, you look like a prostitute! People these days. Hi! Oh, this is Ralph, and no he's not mad. Hello, you are all being so good. Hi, er, don't kill me. Hello, welcome. Hi. Hello. Yep. Nop. Hello!"