“How long has he been like this?” Commissioner Briggs asked.

“Well, we brought him here at seven yesterday, and he hasn’t moved since.”

“Said or eaten anything”

“Nope. Just sits there and stares at his feet all day. I don’t think he’s breathing.” Briggs gave him a sarcastic look.”Jeez ,just kiddin’.”

“You gonna go in, or am I gonna’ have to be the man and wake him up.” Agent Moore sighed to himself as he pulled out the keys to Cell 166.

The door clicked, and Moore opened it. He lazily stepped into the room, with sweat trailing down his face from his 250 pounds of, “muscle”.

“Hey buddy, wake up.You gotta’ eat some time, and that’s now.”

The man said nothing.

“I said get up pal, I ain’t got all day!” Moore exclaimed while giving him a push.

Nothing.

“I SAID GET THE HELL UP -” but Moore was stopped when the prisoner flashed up and muttered, “Hell?” as he grabbed Moore by the neck, and threw him to the wall.

A thud sent Briggs rushing in. “Moore!” he yelled. But the man was gone.*