"Hey Dr. Tancredi! The last of the rabid inmates are here." Bellick shouted.

"Alright, no need to shout." Sara said while walking out of her office. "Hello everyone. I am going to be giving you the rabies vaccine so that little incident with the rabid fan girls doesn't repeat itself."

"They were everywhere! I still have the scars!" Lincoln said, still very much traumatized.

"Whiner." C-Note sing-songed.

"I thought they were nice." Sucre said with a grin.

"Any Questions?" Sara interjected quickly before fighting arose.

"SARA! Sara! Saaaaaaraaa!" Michael loudly screeched.

"Yes Michael?" Sara asked somewhat annoyed.

"Your hair smells like cinnamon!" Michael said while sniffing Sara's cranium deeply and giving a stalker-ish smile, complete with the psycho eye-twitch.

"Please respect my personal headspace." Sara said while obviously withholding the urge to smack that fool away from her noggin.

"I have a huge shampoo and conditioner fetish!" Michael shouted while inwardly damning his newfound knack of not shutting up.

"Really? So do I!" Veronica-Kellerman exclaimed.

And in Brad Bellick's mind, a slashfic was born. Oh, the thrills.

"What freaks. What do you say we get out of here?" Rhonda-Hale said to T-Bag with a wink.

"Hale!" Kellerman snapped impatiently. "We have a job to do! Pick up charming pedophiles on your own time!"

"But his hair! It's so fluffy!" Rhonda-Hale said with puppy dog eyes.

"No!" Veronica-Kellerman said sternly.

"Hater." T-Bag said while glaring at the be-wigged secret agent.

"ANYWAYS," Sara said loud enough for everyone to hear, "I was thinking we should get you guys vaccinated before I kill you all with my bare hands. Just a thought."

"Sounds good." Lincoln said quickly.

"Okay, now I want you all to sit on this couch right here, and wait your turn for your shots." Sara said, seeming pleased that the crew had the common sense to listen.

"John, come here, you're up first."

"I…ehm…don't do so well with needles, doc." John said nervously.

"Oh don't tell me Mr. Big Bad Mafia Guy is afraid of needles?" Sucre said with a smirk.

"Oh well if you think you are tougher than me, you go first." John said angrily.

"Nope."

"And why not?" John asked.

"I hate needles." said Sucre, uneasily gazing at the syringe.

"WHY is this so hard?" Sara asked bitterly to no one in particular.

"That's what she said!" T-bag shouted gleefully.

"Nice!" Lincoln said, giving T-bag a high-five.

"Alright, this is getting ridiculous!" Rhonda-Hale growled while pulling a gun from his bedazzled shirt and ripping off his wig. Hale followed suit and they were revealed as men with loofas shoved in their shirts. "Sara Tancredi, you should have been dead fifteen minutes ago!"

"Allison?" Sara asked in horror.

"What? No." Kellerman said, a little confused.

"Darlene?"

"No."

"Kurt?"

"No."

"Paul?"

"Yes!" Kellerman said like he'd won something.

"Paul Hartman?"

"Dammit! No! My name is Paul-I-am-about-to-kill-you!" Kellerman roared while cocking the gun.

"And my name is Danny, and you're my special friend!" Hale said while batting his eyelashes.

"Say goodbye, Sara." said Kellerman, and he shot her in the eye.

"OW! You got water in my eye!" Sara said accusingly while wiping her running mascara.

"She gave us water guns?!" Kellerman cried out in shock.

"Oh boy, aaaaaawkward." Hale said nervously. "Quick Paul! To the conveniently placed Super-Spy-Escape-Mobile!"

And the duo jumped 6 stories out the window onto the "Super Spy Escape Mobile", which was really just a pickup truck with the Batman symbol painted on the roof, and rode off into the sunset.

"Okay. Shall we resume vaccinations?" Sara asked, as if men with loofas in their shirts often tried to kill her.

"I wear short shorts when nobody's looking!" Michael blurted out.

"It's for the best." C-Note said, trying to block out that disturbing mental image of Michael Scofield in short shorts from his mind.

Two weeks had passed since the truth serum incident, and everything was back to normal. The birds were chirping, Tweener was weirding everyone within a ten mile radius out, and T-bag was getting stabby with anyone who made eye contact. Bellick was waiting in the hall, and finally heard someone walk up.

"Hey Jim." Bellick whispered, looking over his shoulders. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah, but, this is so illegal. What do we even do with it?" Jim whispered back looking even more nervous.

"I'll tell you later, but at break today, meet me at the kitchen. And bring the truth serum." Bellick said then hastily left.

Somewhere in Washington DC:

"Oh this is not good." Madame Vice President of Doom said while watching the events at the penitentiary transpire on her television screen. "Eh, I'll deal with it in a week or two." she said with a shrug.

Author Notes: THE END!! Thank you all for reading and reviewing, and I lurve you all for it, even if you didn't review! And here are a billion banana stickers and gold stars to thank you, but they can't express my thanks enough:)