For water, Johnson went to great lengths. Like a middle class parent burning two litres of petrol to buy from a shop that has a 10% discount.

He didn't get water in the common bathroom meant for prisoners living in the last level so he went to the boss version, the cemetery of thousand year old feces version of the bathroom. The bathroom meant for the prisoner living in the solitary cell.

He opened the door of that bathroom and encountered horrendous things which were only horrendous for him. Like if a school gets over one hour earlier that would only be horrendous for predators. Their schedule would fall apart.

Johnson saw hundred dead bodies of ants and flies lying around and he lost his shit over that which was ironic since he was in the bathroom. And oh, he saw one normal thing as well. Nothing to stress over.

He only saw five human skeletons inside the bathroom. Normal, right? Yes. Normal. For him. Five dead bodies equaled five children in an Indian family for him.

The ants and flies were life threatening and five human skeletons were just like finding new victims for him.

However, even with these things in the bathroom, he stepped inside it.

He stepped inside the bathroom as his desire to smother me with his balls overpowered his fear.

He opened the single tap present in the bathroom like the sole witness of all the jerking off the prisoners had done over time.

Johnson opened tap and with a shiver, he told me that from that tap came out:

"A Goblin with a guitar!"

"Bloody hell!"

I banged my head at the wall like I bang chicks. Though, I was never allowed in the poultry farm after that.

But these things are going out of hand now.

I glared at Johnson like he was the one who invented the report button in websites.

"I accepted the unicorn but I won't accept this!"

Johnson instantly rebuked. "Why? Do you think I am lying?"

"You want me to accept that from the tiny hole—the same size as Jack's penis—of the tap came out a Goblin with a guitar? And let's suppose I accept the goblin part. What about the guitar? How did it come from? And what was the Goblin doing with it? Cleaning his teeth?"

"He was playing it."

"... Pardon?"

"I said he was playing the guitar!"

I turned to Jack. "Did you hear that?"

"Yes. And I also heard how you called my penis small. You were lecturing me about invading your privacy while you looked at mine."

"I looked at yours? Dude, you dropped your pants like a meteor from a constipated galaxy yourself. Before I could avert my eyes, I saw everything."

"I see." Jack nodded and then smiled. "So did you like it?"

"Nope. Not one bit. And if you asked such a question again with that smile, I am learning exorcism and deleting you from this world."

"Alright. Focus on the guard. He said something about a Goblin playing a guitar after coming out of the tap."

The ghost changed the topic in time and he recovered really fast after I roasted him regarding the wall earlier.

Nevertheless, I had to address this outrageous incident with Johnson first.

"So a goblin came out from the tap and played guitar? Are you sure it wasn't just a dream?"

They say every dream has a meaning.

Meanwhile his dream: A goblin with a guitar came out of a tap and played guitar.

"No. It wasn't a dream."

"It doesn't make sense if it's a true story. I can't believe a goblin came out and did a live concert in front of you. I can believe a writer pulling bitches but not this."

And how the hell does this world have guitars? Someone's popping up things just to make it funny whether the plot demands it or not.

"Angh. How should I make you believe me?" Johnson grumbled.

"Where is the goblin now?" I asked.

"He is dead."

"He died? Dude, he could be only the goblin with a musical taste. A rare breed. He could be the rockstar of their community. You could have made money by becoming his manager! How the hell did he die? If he could survive inside a tap then I believe he already qualified for immortality. He couldn't just die."

"Yes. He didn't die."

I sighed in relief.

"Because I killed him."

Motherfuc—

"You killed him? Why!?"

"Why? He seriously came out from a tap with a guitar. What else was I supposed to do? If a hornet comes into your house, you don't ask it if it wants tea or coffee. You just slap your sandals on that shit."

Damn. He is out of line but he is right.

I wanted to ask him more about this but Johnson took the initiative himself like a manager taking credit for his junior's idea.

"Just like I saw brown hairs coming out from that tap in the normal prisoner's bathroom, I saw some metal strings hanging so I pulled them and guess what? Bursting the tap and the wall, the goblin with a guitar came out. I thought it would be dead but when he just played the first string, I snapped and kicked his head off of his shoulders."

Johnson said everything that happened and I would like to believe it was true. He won't lie about some goblin with a guitar. That'd be dumb. As dumb as a pseudo feminist with an Onlyfans who says she doesn't need men while making money because of the men in the first place.

"So you didn't get the water even in the solitary bathroom?" I asked.

"That's right."

"Then where the hell did you get it?"

Johnson shivered once again and this was getting out of hand now. I started this water finding topic but had no idea it would take this fucking long. Any longer and it would bore everyone to death. They would go to SSS rank wives! I have to do something.

"Johnson, try to tell everything at once. No need to pause. I won't say anything in between."

"That would be for the best." Johnson nodded and started his story.

"After killing the goblin, I left that bathroom and ran. I went to the first level of the prison and then went outside the prison to find water and after walking a little, I finally saw a lake. And without waiting for anything, I jumped in that lake. But it was a mistake."

"Why?" I asked in between just to shorten the above paragraph.

Johnson looked at me. "The lake wasn't empty."

"No shit, Sherlock. Of course it wasn't empty. It had water."

Johnson turned serious. "Water wasn't the only thing present in the lake, Human."

I rolled my eyes. "This again? What was it this time? Frogs hosting Ninja Warrior? Or crocodiles selling toothbrushes?"

Johnson shook his head. "This time. There were some women bathing in the lake."

My brows shot up.

So there is a lake near this prison where women bathe. Thanks for the information, Johnson. Now the only question was…

"How were they?" I asked.

Johnson trembled all over his body like a lion ate a woman while she was using a vibrator as he shared:

"They were terrifying!"

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