Ken just sat in the mess hall. If you just sat there, people didn't notice you. Not to mention that there really wasn't much else to do. The TVs were showing the teletubbies, or something just as gross, and none of the non-insane people around weren't very talkative. There weren't very many. Everyone here, including the doctors, were here fro a reason. And none of them very good. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. The food was crappy again, no news there. The chairs are uncomfortable, the table is too low to accommodate his tall frame.
But he was too lazy to give a shit. His 'condition' technically had no cure, so all that they could do, to make sure that he didn't even think about breaking out, was heavily sedate him. And here he was, heavily sedated. He knew that the effects were wearing off. He was building an immunity, but he had enough presence of mind not to show it. He just kept on looking as doped as possible, staring at the walls, ceiling, and just about anything. His eyes were dilated, and his mouth open a little. But he couldn't bring himself to drool. No, he just tilted his head a little, staring at nothing, which, in this case, was the perfectly round ass of one of the female inmates. For some reason, they let the two sexes mingle.
He pushed his food away. He couldn't eat another bite of that. And there was no indication that it would get any better, either. Who would pay to give a bunch of derelicts like them anything but the most basic of grub? He wouldn't.