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- I think.

- Just don't touch my junk.

I'll try to resist that urge.

This might be tougher than I thought.

How's your research going?

Should've visited your mother instead.

Thank you, dear.

New guy.

Three o'clock.

First time?

Yes, sir.

- Scared it'll hurt?

- That you'll be humiliated?

Never hold your head

up in public again?

I'm just here 'cause my doctor said,

y' know, it's time to get it checked out.

Maybe you'll squeal like a pig.

Feel like you're being

raped, in prison.

And start to like it.

That's the goal.

Listen, nice chattin' with you guys,

I gotta finish this script.

I remember when I was a virgin.

Yeah? A while ago?

'52.

Oh, this really ages you.

Remember Art's son, Frankie?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Insufficient lube.

It got stuck.

Like goin' to the electric chair,

and they forgot to wet the sponge.

Sounds like Frankie forgot to relax.

They lasered his poop-hole.

Really?

- Had to laser it shut.

- Oh, I hope he got a good lawyer.

And ripped him a new one.

Does a kind of side-saddle

maneuver on the john now.

- Oh, but other than that, he's fine.

- Colon's clear.

Yeah, yeah. Clear colon.

Kind of a semi-colon.

Not that he uses it much anymore.

Is there any room, on either side of you guys?

We're a little squished in here.

Well, you know, they give you a DVD.

- Yeah, they film it.

- I heard that.

A keepsake you'll always treasure.

You know, man looks into the abyss,

and see's himself staring back at him.

All part of growin' older.

Lookin' forward to it.

Bernard, we're ready for you.

Mmm, you smell good.

Why, thank you.

Hey! Come on, now, you...

watch it!

- You're next.

- Oh, go ahead.

- No, you.

- You go first.

- You'll thank me.

- After you.

- You're gonna really like this.

- She seems a little upset.

You are gonna get so used to this.

- Please go.

- You'll be so happy.

I have many years ahead of me.

- Might even tickle.

- Go.

- Take a chance!

- I'm gonna go home.

No, no! Stay!

Stay!

Mistake.

So, uh, Rex... what are you

doing for the big talent show?

What talent show?

Uh, the... that's...

Not to worry, we'll come back to you.

Bernard, what about you?

Don't worry about me,

I'm workin' on it.

Okay.

Why they want you to have any

good time in this damn place?

We're right in the middle of an interview!

That's okay, I don't mind.

Okay, what are you doin'

for the talent show?

- I don't do that stupid sh*t.

- You gotta love the president's stimulus package.

Is that what's payin' for all this?

You see the new girl that checked in yesterday?

I hesitate to ask here, Victor...

what is... what is goin' on there?

Oh, sexting! With a

shawty I met last week.

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