Cellmates Page #3
to support my cause!
- Right.
- Hundreds of folks are gonna rally at the doorsteps
of this institution
To demand that I be set free!
- Be a mighty spectacle.
- Pure jesus.
Pure jesus. Amen.
- You think you might make it saturday instead?
- What? Why?
Well, I'd rather not cause a hullabaloo on friday.
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You should try the potatoes today, Leroy.
Pretty darn good for prison fare.
I don't see nothin' in here about my
stirrin' letter,
my call to action!
Don't even see my name mentioned in here.
Oh,
- Wait.
Here's somethin'.
- What?
"The New Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan, Ratt Sloan,
Had this to say about his predecessor, Leroy "The White Knight" Lowe--"
"I know he tried to join the Louisiana order
on at least two occasions
When he felt attendance
to his klan was slippin'..."
- Well, that's a goddamn jew lie!
- You went to bogalusa once.
- I ain't never been to Bogalusa!
I wouldn't be caught dead in Bogalusa!
- What else it says?
"Furthermore,
Grand Dragon Ratt Sloan "Has learned from unassailable sources
"That Leroy Lowe's mother is a...
Half-Breed jewess by the name of Finkelstein."
Oh, hell no! Oh!
Oh, when i get out of here,
I'm gonna find this son of a b*tch!
Bubba!
Bubba, bubba, bubba,
oh, come on now.
Come on, boy, get up!
Guard! Guard!
That got stuck in bubba's throat
Cut off the oxygen flow to his brain
Longer than any piece of potato has the right to.
Bubba survived,
but he was never quite
the same after that.
He was transferred to low lee tuna
psychiatric ward,
Where he spent
the remainder of his sentence
in imbecilic hebetude.
I know bubba wasn't much to look at,
But he sure was good people.
a real shame.
He was a hard-Working member
of this establishment,
A man who packed potatoes
swiftly and efficiently.
He will be woefully missed.
But we must press on.
I reckon it ain't right for a man
To spend all his time alone
with nobody to talk to,
Besides, space is a scarce
and valuable commodity here at Low Lee,
And we need to fill
that empty bunk in your cell.
So i'm fixin' to pair you up
with a new cell mate.
Somethin' was in the air
That balmy summer day at Low Lee.
I could sense it as clear as a man feels/i
The hot desert wind on his face.
Somethin' big was headed my way.
Who the hell are you?
- My name is Emilio Ortiz.
- What?
- Emilio Ortiz.
- Guard! Guard, get back here!
You left a Mexican in my cell!
Guard!
Well, well, well...
Leroy Lowe don't like Jews,
He don't like negroes,
and he don't like mexicans neither.
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