Dear Journal,
I'm writing form my cell in the women's only club. They caught me sneaking in and they punish me every day. I'm starting to think that I might be liking these punishments too much as of late. Hopefully this message gets out to someone on the outside. If you get this, the women are numerous and well organized. Do not attempt rescue, I am in far too much peril. I'm a goner as is. I will have to hide this as I hear the door to the hallway opening. Pray for me, dear brethren. Where I go is a far better place.
Armitage"The Rughugger"Man
Decebuarty Eleventeenth, Year of the Tribble.
