You find yourself in the fairy dungeon. The smell of perfume fills the thick air. A guard approaches you. This guard is a fairy, standing 4 feet tall with pink wings. He is very muscular, and is wearing a white t-shirt two sizes too small. His blue jeans are similarly tight, but you're trying not to look down there. There is glitter everywhere. It's horrible. If you were bold enough to look at his face, you'd see him wearing purple eyeliner... lots of it. He comes up to the edge of you cell and asks you in a most peculiar lisp...
Guard: "Hey sweet cheeks, what are you in for?"
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Prisoners, read this when sent here!
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