Shaggy stands near the stern of the vessel as he keeps an eye on his fellow inmates while listening to the guards at the helm place wagers on who would die first. Shaggy's glasses hide his bloodshot eyes and bags of fatigue, but not his even paler complexion and the violent tremble in his hands; without a doubt he is going through some form of withdraw... "I need my pills..." he mumbles as he feels his knees begin to shake in tune with is hands.<span style="font-style: italic">"Fifty bucks says the junkie in blue'll be someone's supper tonight! Look at him trippin' out!"</span>He overhears the guards as they rattle on with their blood wagers...<br/>"Hay! We can hear you in there!" He shouts at the guards in the bulletproof cabin of the ship....