Sit yourself down and shut up, >>1.

You went to Yoshinoya a few weeks ago. You know, the one where you used to be employed? Well, there was nobody there, it was after clsoing time. You looked in the safe behind the counter. It had over 150,000 yen in it.

Oh, the stupidity. You idiot. Don't throw your life away for a measly 150,000 yen, fool. It's only 150,000 yen, 1-5-0-0-0-0 YEN for crying out loud. You have a family to think of. Family of 4, all relying on Daddy to bring home the bacon? Well, you fucked it up.

"Don't worry, daddy's gonna buy you that Christmas present," you said to yourself as you slipped the cash into your pocket. God, I couldn't bear to watch the security tapes. You fool, you could have earned 150,000 yen if you had worked for it. But it's too late for you now.

You know, prison is a bloody place. That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the cafeteria table can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about it. Women and children don't exist there. You'll be about to start eating, and then the bastard next to you will go "extra-large, with extra sauce."

That's code for "You're our next victim." And then they'll rape you. They'll rape you for roughly an hour. They'll fill your ass with "extra sauce". I used to be a prison guard, and let me tell you, the latest trend is extra green onion. That's right, extra green onion. This is the vet's way of raping new blood.

Extra green onion means they ram it in until your skin starts to peel away like an onion. The sauce goes straight into your mouth. And you start to get used to it. This is the key. Because then, it's delicious. You reach the pits of depravity. Once you're served this, you'll be marked from then on. You'll be their bitch the rest of your life.

What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, are under arrest.