Last Supper

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     At supper, Michael and Lincoln patiently waited to be served. 

     Lincoln smirked, "I wonder what crap is for supper today?"  Michael extended his tray and prayed for the best. 

     PLOP!  The food hit his tray.

     Michael looked and saw a maggot in his food!

     "Excuse me, there is a maggot on my tray."

     "Oh, let me fix that for you!"

     SPIT, SPIT, SPIT!

     Most of the inmates laughed at Michael and spat in his food.  One inmate blew his nose in his supper.  Another inmate farted into his tray.

     Lincoln was ready to fight!

     After calming his brother down, Michael sat with Lincoln at the table. 

     Suddenly... 

     Dirt Bag, apparently released from solitary confinement, walked into the cafeteria and right towards Michael.  He said, with his strange southern accent, "Give me your tray, PRETTY MAN!"

     Michael gave Dirt Bag his tray without hesitation. 

     Puzzled, Dirt Bag said out loud, "That was easy."

     Dirt Bag smiled, took a few big bites of Michael's food, and smiled again. 

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