Filler

who:John bromin, and two guards
When: After his 53 failed escape attempt.
The two security guards at johns left and right dragged him down the hall as
they had been doing almost every day for the past month, back to the same cell
that he somehow managed to always break out of.
"So, mark, how about this prison food?" John said in a chipper tone to the male
guard on his left, as they continued towards the cell.
"Tell me about it, you wouldn't believe the number of complaints I have to
deliver to the security chief."
Mark's high-pitch voice was a stark contrast to his lumbering body, the woman on
johns right remained eerily silent
"How did you manage to lock yourself in the airlock anyway?" Johns cheeks began
to turn a dark gray, from the sheer embarrassment of the question, but luckily
they were at his cell.
"Well nice being dragged by you two I'll just lock myself in, have a nice day."
With that john pressed the button on the door, locking himself in his
personalized cell.