Celebrities in Prison

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Try jumping up to meet it on the ceiling.

The robot is rather high so this will be difficult. You attempt to gauge whether or not it will even be possible. After a moment you squat down slightly and spring upward.

Shit! The effects of the nigganomicon must have worn off because your jump falls horribly short.

Ok. That was just practice anyway. Here we go. For real this time. Deep breath.

Fuck! This will be harder than you originally thought. No worries though. Just get a running start. There's not much room in the cell but it should be long enough. You pack yourself into the far corner and prepare for another jump. Deep breaths. Here we go!

SLIP! Oh fuck oh fuck!

It's funny. Time seems to slow down as your legs come up from underneath you. It would feel almost zen-like if you weren't cursing yourself. "I'm such a fucking idiot. I can't believe I did that."

Your head slaps onto the floor and you white out.

"Maybe I'll have a good dream..."
"I know won't dream. I'll just wake up..."

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