Chapter 7: The Limit

Louis scoopped Jack's body into his arms, struggling under the weight and his own injuries, he went to the door of Winslow's office. Louis put down Jack, and with all of his might he kicked open the door. "WHAT THE FUCK WINSLOW, WHAT THE FUCK!!!?" Winslow acknowledged Jack's body, "Oh my, what happened to your friend there?" Louis snarled, "Cut the shit, you did this Winslow!!!" "Yeah, what if I did? Ain't shit you can do about! Well, look at the time, ain't it about time you got your fat-nigga-ass to the cafeteria?" With that Louis picked up Jack and took him the the hospital wing.

Louis looked at Jack's bruised face, it would a couple weeks before he'd be on his feet again. Then, he felt a rumbly in his tumbly, it had been a good two days since Louis had eaten.

His cell was too far, he'd have to eat...in the cafeteria.

Louis nonchalontly got in the back of the line, it'd be a while till he got his food. Louis examined the people in front of him, and he saw a small opening, it was now or never if he was going to cut in the line. Louis quietly whistled as he edged gently between the opening. But then, he tripped. Louis' face landed firmly into the cushiony buttocks of a large inmate he'd never seen before. The tall, muscular figure turned around. "What the fu-huu-huck!!!?

The man grabbed Louis by the neck, lifting him several feet off the ground, and slammed him against the wall. The freakish figure had a very muscular body, one Louis had never seen the likes of. The head however was small, dopey, and the neck was thin. "The names Goofy, bitch. You tryin' to cut line here nigga?" Louis grabbed Goofy's masculine hands, "Back off man!" Goofy dropped him. "I've been in here long enough, I've paid my dues, man! Now I deserve a little food, and I ain't waitin'! If there's one thing you learn in here, let it be this: Don't get between a hungry nigga and his chicken!!!" Goofy backed away, "Garsh." Louis sighed, "So you steppin off or what?" Goofy made a grim face, "Fuck no."

Within minutes Louis was lying on the floor, crying, bleeding. He had been robbed of his manhood, violated by the dippy dawg, Goofy. Butta', Ralph, and the mexican helped Louis to his feet. .As people passed by in the halls leading to the cells they'd stop, laugh, and call Louis "Goof's Puss" Butta' and Ralph left as they got to Louis' cell. The never-speaking-mexican stayed.

"Louis." He looked up, he'd never heard the mexican talk before, "The time has come, you must prevail." Louis was aghast, the mexican was so well-spoken, especially for a Mexican. "Prevail, what the hell you talking about man?" "We all saw what Goofy did to you today, no doubt his studerring laughs of pleasure will haunt your dreams tonight?" "Where you goin with this, man?" "Let me tell you a little something about Goofy: He was sentenced for life 7 years ago, after he single-handedly killed 854 babies, crippled retarded babies. He's tough, you can't beat him with your fist." Then how the fuck do I get him?" "Goofy, is a fan of the dance." And with that, the mexican turned into sand, and blew out of the cell, spiraling into the night. "What the fuck?"

One day later, Lunch Time...

Goofy and his cronies were sitting at a table laughing, making crude hand gestures, when Louis marched over. Goofy looked up, "Well, well, well. Sorry nigga, but I don't need any pussy right now." Louis laughed sarcastically, "Fuck you, you fuckin mutt." Louis slammed a flyer advertising the prison's annual dance party. "I hear you dance pretty well for a castrated beagle, so come on: You, me, DANCE OFF!" Everyone sittind around Goofy gasped as they moved away from the table. Goofy stood up, clenching his fist. He rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a scar obviously made by a razor blade. It read: DANCE 4 LIFE. "You name the time, ass-digger. I'll be there!" Louis said confidently, "Dance Night, 11:45."

And with that Louis walked out of the cafeteria.

MONTAGE SET MUSIC AS "THE LIMIT"

1. Louis trains his body, trying to become more adept at the dance, but falls down.

2. Louis hits a punching bag, but hurts his hands.

3. Louis plays Ralph at DDR, Louis is easily outclassed. Butta' shakes his head slowly in shame.

4. Louis reluctantly digs ito a feces sandwich. Cringing at the taste.

5. Louis trains his body, this time stumbling only once, and quickly gets on his feet again to try again.

6. Louis is able to get in more hits on the bag before tiring.

7. Louis slowly becomes more of a competetor for Ralph. Butta' scratches his chin in curiosity.

8. Louis bits into the feces sandwich more fiercly, finishing quickly.

9. Louis trains flawlessly, not falling once.

10. Louis hits the punching bag, sending it flying with only 2 punches.

11. Louis gets AAA on Heavy Mode, using two dance pads. Ralph and Butta' turn towards eachother and nod in approval

12. Louis finishes the feces sandwich in one bite, then leisurly licks his fingers. "I'm ready"

MONTAGE /END

Dance Night....

To Be Continued In Kangaroo Jack 2, Chapter 8