<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">The over the top snort that issued from his cell showed one of two things.  Most likely he had just woken up from the long drivel the other man had spouted out.  Or he felt like playing the jack ass and this assumption was perpetuated by his quickly looking around the Max Security wing as if he had no idea where he was.  "Did I miss something?  Maybe an actually interesting reason why someone was in here?"  Shaking his head, he knew he was hoping too much.  He might be the only one here that actually saw everything, the warden, the prison, hell even the other prisoners in the right light.  All of them, including himself, were in some way or another a bad joke, just waiting for the corny punchline of death.<br/>
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He looked over at the lady and tongued his cheek hard.  "Do I really look like the kind of person who would actually bother to pay a bill of any kind?"  His point was quite valid in his eyes.  Anyone who would paint themselves up like that clearly didn't seem to have a 'normal' grasp on society.</span>