Larry and Mick Escape From a High Security State Correctional Facility

They didn't know what they had done.
But they had somehow ended up in a high security state correctional facility. Somewhere in America.
'This is most unfortunate,' said Larry.
'I've always wanted to go to America,' said Mick.
'I would have preferred a Greyhound Bus Tour,' said Larry.
'Beggars can't be choosers,' said Mick.
'Pass the soap,' said Larry.
'Best not,' said Mick.
'Why not?' said Larry.
'The soap is on the floor and I fear for the safety of our bottoms,' said Mick, as the gruff, but slightly effeminate-looking gentleman two showers down from them emitted a grunt and did unmentionable things to the parts we won't mention.
'Good point,' said Larry. 'Well I'm clean enough! How about you?'
'Never been cleaner!' said Mick.
'Let's be off then.'
'Righty-ho.'
And they exited the shower block post-haste...
...To find themselves in a field surrounded by tents, small children with frisbees and so forth.
'Hang on,' said Larry; 'this isn't a high security state correctional facility somewhere in America.'
'It's a campsite,' confirmed Mick; 'somewhere in Wales.'
'That's the last time I'm drinking tequila,' said Larry.
Then it rained.
Being Wales an'all.

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