Man, this fucking sucks! So, I can't be jealous for my woman without bunch of white coated pricks taking me away?! Those fucking townie kids.....I OUGHTA KILL THEM! Messin' round with my woman, MY queen, my Lola....the slut that I love....Now my boys think I'm some kinda freak job, a no show, a JOKE! I bet they're all laughing at me now! Vance, Norton, Ricky, Lefty, Hal, Lucky, Peanut.....No, not Peanut. He'd never do me that way. But still!
Johnny Vincent couldn't help but fidget over and over again in his cell. Not only did he feel royally fucked by the local dropouts, but he also felt very uncomfortable in his rinky-dink cell. All the damned thing consisted of was a moldy old bed, a scum covered sink and a toilet that looked as it hadn't been cleaned in at least a year. Even the disgusting toilets back in the Tenements were cleaner than this dump!
The living conditions were so bad that Johnny slept on the floor and whenever he had to take a leak, well, he'd do his business in a corner away from his usual slumber zone. Whenever he was neither sleeping uncomfortably nor pissing in an acute corner of his cell, Johnny Vincent would think about everything that had happened to him that got his ass stuck in Happy Volts in the first place. His devotion towards Lola, a girl whom had him at "Hello" and never even seemed to care about his needs at all, had led him into numerous fiery rampages that would result in several innocent guys being hurt or very badly injured. But this didn't seem to matter to him, as long as he fought for her, he'd be comfortable knowing that her love would help him through anything and everything that got in his way.
However, Johnny was having very strange dreams lately. These dreams that he had been having lately usually revolved around romance and even sex at times. But the weird thing about these dreams was that...they weren't about Lola. They were about somebody else that he also found himself around everyday.
The scariest twist behind these illusions was that they didn't only affect him whenever he was asleep, but they also became very real emotions that made his heart skip a beat each and every time he thought about made him feel almost the exact same way he felt whenever he first discovered that he was in love with Lola, only these feelings were even stronger than his feelings for her could've ever been. Johnny Vincent didn't know what was going on, but all he knew was that these feelings have been with him for a long time now and they just keep growing stronger day by day. Nevertheless, he would continue to deny these feelings as long as he lived for he knew that his heart was with Lola and nobody else could ever excess it.
Then, all of a sudden, he heard footsteps coming his way. Johnny immediately snapped out of his daydream so he could get to his feet and head for his cell door. Naturally, he started beating the living hell out of the door, professing his love for Lola within each and every slam his fists made. Even with the loud shrieking coming from his mouth, he could still hear the guards talking about him behind his back. "My, he sure loves to yell, doesn't he?".
Before he could make a nasty retort back, he happened to notice something (well, actually, some ONE) that he didn't ever think to see coming around his cell. "Jimmy! You gotta get me outta here! There's an orderly uniform in the back. Go sneak one so you can flip the switch to open the door". Jimmy Hopkins, confidently smiling back at the confined greaser, let out words of enthusiasm that consisted of, "Okay, Johnny". After making his remark, Jimmy crouched down to the floor and started sneaking towards the said destination.
Wow, I can't believe it! Jimmy's gonna get my sorry ass out of here! Hang on a sec, Johnny Boy, he still cannot be trusted. Besides, how do ya even know that he'll actually break you free? He could just be shittin' ya!
Within five minutes, Johnny spotted Jimmy wearing the orderly's uniform and he seemed to be running toward the Power Room. Johnny pressed his ear against the metal bars of his cell door, hoping to hear something. He couldn't hear much, but he did manage a "Ready for your break?" from Jimmy. Surely, after that, Johnny tried pushing his cell door one last time, and it opened.
Looks like papa's comin' home, Lola.