A/N: Sorry AGAIN for the late update; I was on vacation. I promise the next one will be on time, however.

PRISONER #61901

AGE: 27

SENTENCE: 25 YEARS

CHARGE: AUTO THEFT

DATE OF BOOKING: 1/10/X3

Prisoner #61901, a spiny lizard, got up and took his turn. He came up there carrying a newspaper.

"Come here," said #61901 to Knuckles, who walked over. #61901 seemed to have a more tranquil demeanor than the other lifers, but I could still hear the fire in his voice.

"Read the heading," said #61901.

"This one?" Knuckles pointed to the newspaper.

"Si. Read the heading up there!"

"Inmate Stabbed to Death in Driscoll"

"OK, read from 'He was stabbed'!"

"He was stabbed 27 times in the neck, chest, head, groin and back. Chung, who was pronounced DOA at Rosen Memorial Hospital, was serving 1-2 years…"

"OK, good. Sit down!" Knuckles sat back down, while #61901 turned to the rest of the group.

"See, those other dudes, they weren't lyin' when they told you about muthafuckas dyin' here, were they?" asked #61901. "Were they!?"

Sonic and his group responded "no."

"Now, we ain't here to bullshit you pendejos, right?"

"No."

"Then why are you here? Them people that brought ya here, as well as we, know you're about to come into this fuckin' prison, man! They care about you, right? They don't want ya comin' here, and neither do we! Now, suppose your parents got a dog or a cat or some other pet, and that little guy keeps pissin' on the floor and they can't train it. What do they do with it?"

"They get rid of it," replied Sonic and friends.

"They get rid of it!" said #61901. "Well, don't ya know that every time ya go to court for some glitches, a whacked-out camera, an awkward plot or whatever reason your games suck, you're like a dog pissin' on a good people's carpet? Sooner or later, el juez is gonna get tired of seein' your culo in that courthouse! And when he gets tired, what do ya think he's gonna do?"

"Send you away," replied Sonic and co.

"Right, he's gonna send you away for life!" replied #61901. "But none of you ain't thinkin' about that, eh? We know what you're thinkin': 'I ain't stealin' nothin' to go to prison!' Well, ya don't have to! Ya know what else? Ya don't have to be doin' 25 to life to die in here! That guy you read in the paper, he was only doin' 1-2 years! Ya wanna know what he was in for!? Throwing pickle juice on a trolley! But you don't think about that, do ya!? Any of you muthafuckas here ready to kill?"

Almost everybody in Sonic's group seemed to respond "no".

"But you're ready to do that shit you're doin' out there, ain't ya!?" said #61901. "Well then you gotta be ready to kill someone here if ya gotta! When you wake up in the morning, do any of ya think, 'I might have to kill somebody today'?"

Again, Sonic's group responded "no".

"Well, when I wake up in the morning, I think 'I might have to kill somebody today'! Do any of ya wake up in the morning and think, 'Maybe some cabrón is gonna kill me today!?"

Another round of "nos" from the group.

"Well, I think about that, too! Ya think that's paranoia? Heh!? For you, it may be paranoia; for me, it's reality! This is prison! Wake up, man! Now, when you look at us, what do ya see? What do ya see when you look at us!?"

Some of Sonic's friends replied with: "convicts."

"Convicts," said #61901. "You know what we see when we look at ya? We see ourselves! We were niños just like you once! When you look at us, ya better think about that, 'cause this could be your future! A lot of folks here don't remember what it's like to hear a dog barking, or a bird chirping, or a kitty cat meowing! But these guys, if you ask them what it's like to hear some guy gettin' stabbed to death, they can tell ya about that! If you ask them what it's like to hear some maricón screamin' because four other dudes are fuckin' his ass, they'll tell ya about that, too! You don't wanna end up here. Don't keep messin' up, please."

#61901 headed back for the bleachers, his spiel concluded.

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