Huntah Huntah

Jet would remove his clothes, and he thought about feigning illness to fool the ugly man. Though, he decided that they would most likely expose him.

He then extended both of his arms and did a line formation, waiting to be examined.

Lewyn had been silent the entire time. He hadn't spoken to any of the other prisoners and didn't intent to.

As he was told, he stripped his clothes off revealing his well muscled body. He was smooth, yet muscular all about.

A man walked down the lines, he performed inspections. With a long bat he'd poke and prod each of the prisoners, after each inspection, he'd nod, and instruct them; "Alls good, head up."

In the next room, as unforgiving and ugly as the last, there was multiple washing baskets, they were filled with orange sweat suits. Each sweat suit displayed the prisoners number on the collar.

Jet entered the room after the inspection, and he had been told that each sweat suit corresponded to the number on his collar. He then checked the sweat suits and saw the one that had his number on it, and so he wore it.

He then waited for what would happen next.

A bolted door opened up; it revealed, the inside of a prison mess hall. Hardened criminals were already having their meals, an unappetising slop.

The other prisoners in the mess hall were rowdy, but Lewyn paid them no mind.

Jet would go to the counter and get his meal. It was repulsing, but Jet knew he had to survive, so he would eat his plate with great reluctance.

"Helllllooooooo," a cheery voice rang, the man from before in the prison van sat down besides Jet. He carried a plate full of hard oats, "Mind if I join you?"

"Yes, of course." He replied to the man. "I didn't quite catch your name before. You are Mr...?"

"Ted Bendy." He said to Jet, "nice to meet you."

Jet looked at the man for a few instant, then sighed. "It's also nice to meet you, Ted. but I wish we would have met under better circumstances. Well. I'm about done with my plate...You?"

Ted shrugged, "I'm not hungry for the stuff,"

"Yeah, I get what you mean," Jet said. "But, it's better than being hungry, I suppose.

It could also indirectly kill you so that's a plus, too."

"Wait what?" Ted asked, "it could kill me?"

"Uh, well, just look at it," Jet pointed at his food and Ted's, "That stuff doesn't look to be edible. I wouldn't be surprised if they were the cause of my death."