San Quentin State Prison
Mahone smugly steps in the lunchroom, holding his food tray, thinking it would be right if he sat alone somewhere. He roams around the whole place, the only partially empty table is at the back of room, where Two G is sitting and eating is food alone.
"Watch out, fag!" A toothless and bald headed man snarls at him, because he accidentally bumped with his leg.
Mahone scowls at him, then smiles at the inmate, "I'll watch out, but I'm not fag, buddy. You might want to change that word."
The toothless man stares at him for a moment, then starts to laugh, his whole body shaking. "You trust me, fag, you ain't gonna wanna talk back with me," he stands up from his group, glaring at him.
Mahone glances down at food tray, "And you also don't want cheese and fruit juice on your bald head, do you?"
