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Damian sat slumped on his chair, blankly staring at the ceiling. He was bored out of his mind but they wouldn't give him anything to amuse himself with. Except maybe the question spouting machine which was currently making its way around the circle. Neither the questions, nor the answer interested him but he wasn't the only one at that. It was normal, if anything could be considered normal in Austin Dale Correctional Holding.

Now the machine was the man next to him something nonsensical and the reply was one of the most earnest he had heard so far. That is to say, it probably wasn't a complete lie. When it turned to Damian he didn't give it a chance.

"Carrot juice." He spoke calmly to the machine as it started the question. Unable to alter its behavior, it continued anyway. "Banana." He said when it finished and watched it go on with an amused expression on his face.