Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.
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They are making me play with Play-doh. They have provided me with a multiplicity of colors. Somehow, I doubt that anyone who can correctly use the word 'multiplicity' in a sentence needs to be playing with Play-doh, but apparently that's what you do here in Psych Ward. When you're not coloring with crayons…
Psychology 100 kicked my ass in college. I took it eight o'clock in the morning my first semester. Getting up that early to go to a class that boring was hard. Staying awake through the entire thing was harder. I nearly didn't pass. Now, I wish I had paid more attention. Among the list of things I never intended to find myself doing was trying to out-wit a man so insane that the only way he can remember me is as the guy who stole his toothpaste. I can think of at least three better reasons to remember me. But I have to get past the drugs, past the delusions, and in to Haywire's mind…
Because who knows what the others are doing while I'm sitting here playing with Play-doh.