[ WP ] Two men on death row try to creep each other out from adjoining cells .

`` If the poison do n't kill me I'm free right?'' 
 
 
 A metal door slammed shut after the cocky words were spoken. A short, stocky man in handcuffs was being led to his cell by two guards. Godfrey watched as they placed the struggle feigning man in the cell adjacent to his. The guards laughed as they opened the door. 
 
 
 `` Boy, if they shoot you up and you live, shit I'll take the dose myself.'' joked the guard opening the cell. 
 
 
 
 `` You shouldn't've said that,'' remarked the greaseball as he stepped inside his cage, `` I've put so much shit in my veins I'm surprised I a'int dead already.'' 
 
 
 The guard snorted as he slammed the cell shut. `` Any requests for your last meal?'' 
 
 
 `` Pussy.'' 
 
 
 `` Suck a dick.'' said the other guard. They walked on through death row ignoring the slurs, insults, shouts, and hollers. The powerful slamming of a metal door drowned out the yells. 
 
 
 Godfrey listened to his new neighbor quietly whisper `` You're not gon na die'' to himself over and over. Five minutes later Godfrey had enough. 
 
 
 `` You're gon na die. We're all gon na die.'' shouted Godfrey banging on the wall they shared. `` Now let me enjoy the rest of my life in peace.'' 
 
 
 `` Fuck you man,'' snarled the sweaty psycho. `` You do n't know me, you do n't know what I've done.'' 
 
 
 `` You must've done something wrong to end up here.'' Godfrey retorted. 
 
 
 `` Yea, well you're here too.'' 
 
 
 `` I am. But I'm supposed to be here. I'm just following the master plan. It's my destiny.'' Godfrey sat on his floor, crossing his legs. He folds his hands together and concentrated on his breathing. 
 
 
 `` Yea, well then is n't this my destiny too?'' reasoned the new inmate. 
 
 
 `` Naw. I used to kill people like you.'' Godfrey laughed, but grew serious quickly. `` You had something I never had: a chance in life. I knew I was doomed from the womb. But soon, I'll move on to my next life. For most people it's their second chance but for me, it's my one and only. I'm going to be reincarnated as a fish.'' 
 
 
 `` Your fucking insane,'' gawked the lunatic, `` and I should know. I skin people.'' 
 
 
 A tray slid under the door to Godfrey's cage. A voice called out `` Last meal Godfrey. May God have mercy on your soul.'' 
 
 
 The greasy man fidgeted. `` What'd you get?'' 
 
 
 `` Pussy.'' 
 
 
 Godfrey chewed slowly. He swallowed a mouthful of potatoes, brought his napkin to his lips and slightly dabbed. He used his fork and knife eloquently to cut the fat off his well done steak. He asked for it rare but he knew there was no chance of that happening. He was almost finished when he heard the tumblers of his lock turn, and the door swing open. 
 
 `` I'm not done yet.'' said Godfrey repressing anger and stalling for time. 
 
 
 `` Sorry,'' shrugged the guard, `` got a schedule to keep.'' 
 
 
 The guard picked Godfrey up by his arm and he dropped his fork with a piece of steak still on its prongs. It hit the plate with a clang and Godfrey was dragged out of his cell. As he passed the cell next to him, he heard his now ex-neighbor begrudgingly say, `` I think... I think I want to be a tree. It's my destiny.'' 
 
 
 Godfrey was being pulled towards the metal door. He looked back at the wannabe tree and smiled, `` Sure, if you really believe in all that crap.''
