Creation Scientist
Dinosaur Adventure Land
Dear Dr. Dino,

Still, I sense that you may not be telling us the whole story. I mean, why have you been without a pillow for eight days? Did someone steal it from you? If so, did you jump the perp and beat him senseless with a sock full of soap? I certainly hope so, because if you didn't, everyone will think you're a punk. You'll have nothing after that. They'll strip your cell clean and make you sell smack in the exercise yard.
I hope you don't think things will get better once you're finally sentenced and transferred to a federal penitentiary. The reputation you've earned in jail will follow you wherever you go. If I were you, I'd start scrounging the jail for things like empty plastic shampoo bottles. Then, I'd hide them in a place where they won't be stolen and wait for God to turn them into a nice, little, metal-detector-defeatable shank to use against that big, mean son of a bitch in cellblock C.
Heterosexually yours,
Gen. JC Christian, patriot
Previously on Jesus' General
Dr. Dino is a Survivor
On the sixth day, God created dinosaurs