We were having a great time, until we were confronted by the police and hand cuffed. We keep telling them that we did nothing wrong but they wouldn’t listen to us. After a ride in the back of a cop car, Jehtt and I are beaten and thrown in a tiny dark cell. The gravity of the situation starts to sink in.
As night comes the prison guards leave for the night. I’m crying until Jehtt nudges me and smiles.
“Don’t worry dude! We’ll get out of here! ”
He reaches under the bunk and pull out a fucking canister of gasoline and matches. He rips off his t-shirt and soaks it, before wrapping it around one of the metal bars and lilting it ablaze. Too bad Jehtt’s fuel can’t melt steel beams.
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