Celebrities in Prison

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"What! That was a classic! And what's up with your hair, anyway?"

"My hair is lovely!" says Whoopi, pouting.

"I've heard of dreadlocks," you offer, "but not shitlocks! Ha ha ha!"

"They're naaaah shiilaaaah!" Whoopi whines, running out of the room.

It occurs to you that you're still lying on the floor. You attempt to get up again, undeterred by the pain, but then you hear a cracking sound coming from within your torso and you lie down again. Then Whoopi runs into the room and kicks you in the ribs, eliciting more cracking sounds.

You start to get a bit thirsty.

Try to drink out of the toilet.
Try to drink your own blood.

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