Not my fault

[blackchaps]

~100 words~

Fish
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"What the fuck is this shit?" Keller stared at it, throwing it down.

Beecher wiped his mouth. "Fish sticks?"

Keller glared at the entire population of Oz, making the guards shuffle their feet. "This is just fucking wrong!"

"Chris, they're better than nuggets." Beecher glanced at Rebadow. "Tell him," he whispered. "Fast."

"They're good!" Rebadow slid his tray further away. Beecher looked at Keller's face, groaned, and shoved them in faster.

"I am not eating this fishy crap!" Keller threw his tray at O'Reily's head.

Oz - where change was never a good thing.

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