Prison lunch is the most dangerous part of a new convict’s first day.
Big Chuck: Hey, Fresh Meat, give me your soda.
Killer Dan: Yeah, Fresh Meat. And let me have those potato chips while you’re at it, motherfucker.
New Guy: I get it. I get it. Either I suck your dicks, join a gang, or get treated like this every day at lunch. Fine! How do I get in a gang? Slit your rival’s throats? Get a swastika tattoo?! WHAT MUST I DO TO BE TREATED LIKE A HUMAN BEING?!
Big Chuck: Jesus Christ, Fresh Meat, what are you talking about? I just needed to wash down this dinner roll.
Killer Dan: Yea. I was gonna trade you my baked beans. I wouldn’t just take someone’s potato chips. I’m not an animal, no matter what the warden says…
New Guy: Oh.
Killer Dan: Damn Fresh Meat, you’re one crazy motherfucker. I’m sticking with you in here.
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