Get me away, I'm dying

Dren carved another notch in the wall. He had been in jail for fourty-eight
hours with no food. Bell showed up and took his fifty dollars, son of a
bitch, he could have left his shoes at least. Oh, those tasty morsels. Dren
could imagine sinking his teeth into Bell's Rockports. He's sitting here
rotting while the rest of the ship went about thier business. When he dies,
Dren decided he would haunt the crew forever. Smeg, he didn't want to die
here, in a cell. Alone. Dren noticed a cockroach on the wall wearing a teeny
tiny sombraro. "Hola, mi amigo." The coakroach said. "I am you're conscience.
If you ever want to become a real little boy, you should listen to me." Dren
smashed roach. It's dying words were "Beware of the three ghost of Arbor day!"
Dren thought he must have snapped, his shoes must have been rotten.
"Holly!"Dren yelled.
"What now." Holly responded.
"Did you contact the captain?"
"Yes, but he's busy with a lady friend."
"Smeg, Then contact Whitewolf."
"He's busy with a lady friend."
"Who do I have screw to have someone come down here?"
"I get off around seven" Holly winked.
"I'd rather be forced to drink near beer. Is anyone available to help me?"
"I'll see what I can do. I hope you get out soon, You're cranky when you're
sober." Holly says and disappears.
-----office of Major Harris
"Major Harris, there is a prisoner in the holding cell who hasn't been fed in
two days."Holly states blandly.
-----office of Lt. Smegg
"Sir, technitcian third class Dren Walker is starving to death in a holding
cell in Security, he beleives if something is not done soon he will not be
able to complete his duties or co-host Robat Wars on account that he will be
dead." Holly informs.