The guards knew not what to do for there was no precedence for mothers visiting sons on conjugal visits, and wishing to avoid trouble (and packs of raving lawyers) they provided a private space replete with supplies such as soap, condoms, tissues, sheets, pillows, and towels, as the entry for Wikipedia prescribes.
The curtain had no sooner closed than the former Sister Archipelago crouched on the gurney, spread her legs and bore forth a dwarf from her elasticy folds and, wasting no time, Michael opened his mouth wide, and in clambered the contraband creature, masked behind molars.
The former Sister Archipelago split after sixty seconds and the guards shared smiles that knew not half as much as they supposed, ignorant that Michael bore in his mouth a miniature mason, a maniacal misfit midget, a villain who could vomits tools from a sleeve sewn in his stomach.
That night the dwarf hacked up his hammer, coughed up his chisel, and then scored the stone, worked on the wall, stripping away layers of shale like some mad excavation, until he butted a block loose with his fists, and on the brisk breeze floating through the hole Michael tasted the flavor of freedom.
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