PRISONER #09693

AGE: 31

SENTENCE: 25 YEARS

CHARGE: ARMED ROBBERY

DATE OF BOOKING: 2/13/X4

Prisoner #09693, the wolf who'd ordered everybody to move over after Shadow left briefly, was next.

"All you muthafuckas sit up!" ordered #09693, "Sit the fuck up, man!" For a moment, he turned his attention to Knuckles: "And that goes for you, too! Sit up! And when I ask somethin', I want everybody give me an answer! You understand!?"

"Yes," answered the visitors.

"Like that first man said, I want your eyes on me at all times, and if your eyes are anywhere else, I'll chomp your muthafuckin' head off!" Next, #09693 turned his attention to Silver: "Sit the fuck back, boy! Man, I don't care if you ain't comfortable! I ain't been comfortable for five goddamn years, and I ain't ever gonna be comfortable in this muthafucka! You got a problem with me, kid!? 'Cause if you don't keep your ass sittin' up straight, I'm a-tear your pretty little face off and shove it up your ass! You understand me, boy!?"

"Yes…" replied Silver.

#09693 pointed at Silver. "See, 'cause I don't like nothin' in the first place and I don't like YOU, so you better shut your ass before I crush you like a muthafuckin' soda can!" He turned his attention to the ladies next. "And that go for you too! Don't think I got any sense of politeness or nothin'!"

At this point, I could see Amy trying her best not to cry, but she couldn't entirely contain her tears.

"Man, don't give me no goddamn tears!" said #09693. "The fuck you think I care!? Shee-it!" He turned his attention to the crowd as a whole. "That last guy told the muthafuckin' truth! All that stuff on the TV, the movies and the YouTube, that's a bunch of fantasy bullshit! Every god damn day, we gotta come up here on this stage and talk to a buncha damn kids like you, actin' like they don't know what the fuck's goin' on with their lives! Now, it's my muthafuckin' job to stand up here and try to GIVE somethin' back to your asses, so lemme give this to ya: When you come here and do time, YOU DO TIME! Day for day, week for week, month to month, YEAR TO MUTHAFUCKIN' YEAR! Only thing that changes here is the god damn calendar! If you lucky, maybe you get a cell where you see all the muthafuckin' cars out the window!

You gotta stop all that bullshit and try to be somebody! 'Cause every time one of your friends tells you, 'Hey, let's go pump up the difficulty so only a muthafuckin' robot can beat this game!', 'let's add a bitch-ass camera system!', 'let's forget about those game-breakin' glitches that people gonna have to download a muthafuckin' patch so they can beat the game!', all they sayin' is 'let's go to prison!' Then you become a muthafucka like me & my comrades, man! How the fuck can you do all that time in that small-ass cell? How can ya do it!? How can ya do it!? YOU CAN'T! See, I'm in this muthafucka and I'm fucked up! But you wanna keep doin' that shit you're doin'!"

#09693 turned his attention to Tails." Come here, you!"

Tails got out of his chair and walked over to #09693, slowly.

"Yeah, that's right!" #09693 motioned for Tails to come over. "Get your ass over here, girl!" For a brief moment, he turned back to the crowd. "See, that's the problem with you people! You muthafuckas is tellin' little-ass kids like him how to fuck their lives up instead of teachin' em how to do the right thing! 'Cause they ain't got no god damn business in this or any other prison! Now I'm gonna ask this girly-ass boy here…" He turned back to Tails and got in his face. "Now tell me, what the fuck you doin' in my house!? And if you tell me a muthafuckin' lie, I'm a-mush your god damn face in! Now why is you here!?"

"I-I guess I…messed up…" said Tails, shaking.

"YOU MESSED UP!" shouted #09693. "You gotta stop actin' out boy! You gotta stop all that stealin' shit! Last time you released a broke-ass game, how much money did ya get!?"

"T-t-twenty nine million dollars…I think…"

"TWENTY NINE MILLION DOLLARS!? Man, you sound like a real dumbass! Look at me!" #09693 pointed to his face. "You see this face!? Well, you remember this muthafuckin' face 'cause you never, NEVER wanna meet a muthafucka like me! You understand!?"

"Y-y-y-y-yes!"

"Now get your muthafuckin' ass back in your seat and listen real good!" Tails went back to his seat, trembling. Meanwhile, #09693 focused back on the crowd again.

"See, I was out on the muthafuckin' streets takin' people's stuff every day, man!" said #09693. "I sold drugs, stereos, Beanie Babies, anything I could do to get money! I didn't think about what was gonna happen to my ass just like you ain't thinkin' about your muthafuckin' asses! You gotta listen to us, man, 'cause if ya keep doin' the shit you doin', they gonna drag you muthafuckas to this muthafucka! Ain't nothin' I can do for any of ya and ain't muthafuckin' nothing my associates can do!"

#09693 turned his attention to Shadow next.

"What's wrong with you, boy!?" asked #09693. "Your god damn arm broke or somethin'!?"

"I'm perfectly fine," replied Shadow.

"You think you tough or somethin'!? What's your god damn problem, boy!?"

"I have no problems."

"Is that it!? You think you tough or somethin'!? Get the fuck outta that chair, boy!" Shadow got out of his chair and switched places with #09693.

"Listen boy, there's a lotta shit that go on in this muthafucka!" said #09693. "You wanna impress these bitches!? Then tell me what goes on in this prison!"

Shadow didn't respond. He just stood there, arms crossed.

"Come on, don't bore my ass to death, man!" exclaimed #09693. "Tell me!"

Shadow finally replied, in his usual deadpan tone: "Terror. Fear. Hatred." #09693 got out of Shadow's chair and walked over to him. He then turned back to the audience.

"Now see, this muthafucka got somethin' right! There's a whole lotta things here that you ain't never wanna see! This shit fucks you up, man! I sit in that cell at night, real god damn tears come out my muthafuckin' eyes! But see, this guy here, he's bein' a real funny boy! He don't want nobody learnin' nothin', and a lotta you muthafuckas wanna act like him! Sit your god damn ass down!"

Shadow got back to his seat.

"I mean, what's wrong with you people?" said #09693. "Why you sellin' bad games and shit to people, huh? You get a kick outta that!?"

No one answered.

"DO YOU GET A KICK OUTTA THAT SHIT!?"

This time, the kids answered "no".

"What you think this is a muthafuckin' joke or somethin'!? All of you, take your muthafuckin' shoes off and throw 'em over there! EVERYBODY, TAKE 'EM OFF NOW!"

While Sonic and some of his friends did that, a few others such as Espio didn't react.

"The hell is wrong with you, you think I'm playin'!?" shouted #09693 "Hurry up and take them god damn shoes off! Come on, throw 'em over in that muthafuckin' corner!" The visitors threw their shoes and boots over to their left, near the offstage area.

"That's right, I took your muthafuckin' shoes!" #09693 pointed to himself. "Now, how did you feel when I took that shit!?"

Sonic and his friends gave varying responses, all to the effect of "I didn't like that."

"Didn't like that, huh?" said #09693. "Well, now you know how your victims feel! But you don't care about that shit 'cause you're bein' selfish! Now that brings me to my next point: Who can tell me what snitchin' is?"

Silence.

"Come on, answer me!"

Finally, Sonic spoke up: "Ain't that like tellin' on someone?"

"Tellin' on someone for what!?"

Sonic scratched his head. "I dunno…I guess…uh…"

"See, here's the thing, man: Snitchin' is a term that criminals use to justify all the fucked up shit they doin'! Now let me give you all a nickel's worth of information here: Suppose you in school, and somebody left their locker open. You look at that locker and you see they got a gun in there. Now, if you go and tell a teacher, or the principal or a cop or somebody, that ain't snitchin'! See, 'cause you might have saved some muthafucka's life by doin' that! You did that for somebody else's good! But if you in prison and you tell the guards about somethin' another prisoner is doin' just so you can mess up their shit and get extra good time or privileges or shit…that's snitchin'! Your ass is just bein' selfish, just like when you sell bad muthafuckin' games to the public! You ain't thinkin' about the consequences! You ain't thinkin' about those honest, hard-workin' people tryin' to feed and clothe their muthafuckin' families! You're just bein' selfish, and you gotta stop that muthafuckin' shit, man!

If you believe in anything man, believe what the fuck I'm tellin' you today! Believe what my muthafuckin' comrades is tellin' you! Get out there and make somethin' good outta yourselves! 'Cause you ain't just some fucked up kids makin' fucked up choices! You got potential, and we wanna see you out there usin' that potential instead of bein' here with muthafuckas like me!"

#09693, having finished his set, returned to the bleachers. I suppose I was right: The kids seemed more fearful now, and yet, I could feel a curious sense of interest among them…

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