Greetings from Guantanamo Bay, Maine where they've started forcing Betty and I to sleep in a small jail cell. What the hell did I do to deserve this!? No explanation. No trial. No legal representation. Nothing. They just threw me right in the clink. If pupperoni wasn't so delicious I would start a hunger strike.
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