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<P><JC><B>Jail House Contractions
<P><JC>By Zaphod
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<P>It is late at night. Mountainside. Raining. A twisty road going up the mountain. A large armored truck is driving up it. Inside the truck are 12 men in orange jumpsuits all talking with each other. One scrawny guy with a moustache looks around. Everyone else is looking really bored. Being that he is going to be living with these guys for the next 45 years, he might as well strike up a conversation.
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<P>He clears his voice so that all the people look in his direction. "So," he says, "what are you all in for?"
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<P>The men look around at eachother. A very tall, barrel chested man speaks. "We're all in the for the same thing." The moustache man looks around again. He is waiting for a reply from one of them. "Well, um, what is it?" All the other guys are silent for about 6 seconds. Then a short man with a mohawk nods at the tall man. This is his sign to begin. 
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<P>"We're all guilty of robbery, you see." he says. The moustache man looks a bit confused. "Did you say you were in here for -robbery?-" he asks, his left eyebrow raised above his right, creating some wrinkles on his forehead. The tall man nods. "Yes."
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<P>Moustache man's eyebrows have switched places. "But we're all going away for most of our lives! What could you have possibly done for a robbery that would do this?" He says. He opens his eyes a little wider. "You didn't kill anyone did you?"
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<P>Tall man shakes his head no. "No, we didn't actually kill anyone. We wouldn't do a thing like that. We're strictly non-physical violence."
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<P>All his cohorts nod in agreement. Moustache man thinks for a moment, then looks back at the tall man. "What was it then? What could've possibly put you away this long?"
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<P>The tall man smiles. "We stole from a sperm bank."