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Rattle my cage.
You rattle your cage. Nothing happens. You feel a tinge of horror as you realize that you're not so important here on the inside as you were when you graced the covers of such media fare as Star magazine.Pushing your bruised ego out of your mind, you rattle the cell door even more loudly.
The faint sound of snoring from down the hall is replaced by the faint sound of a groan, and then an angry shout, "God dammit, keep it down over there!"
Amazingly, your cell mate is still asleep.
Continue rattling your cage.
Give up and climb into bed.