There was a dead body in my cell.
Fair.
Its ghost is also in my cell.
A little concerning but still fair.
The ghost can speak.
Sure. Freedom of speech is for everyone.
I decided to ignore him.
Understandable.
Then he demanded my attention by dropping his pants?!
Now we are getting homo and it is not fair.
In the end, I had no choice but to acknowledge his holographic existence. Because I like VR sex but not enough to get down with a transparent ghost. If it was a female then that's a different topic altogether.
After I stopped ignoring him, he beamed and reached out his hand towards me while introducing himself:
"I am Jack Mihoff."
…
I hate him already.
But he had me there.
It's so dumb it's genius.
I stared at him and just shook my head.
"What's the name of your son? Jack Mihoff Too?"
The ghost frowned. "How do you know my son?"
My brows shot up. "That's his name for real?"
"Why, yes. But I used to call him by his nickname."
