Dippit

"Get up, idiot!" The voice of the guard didn't really wake Matthew up, more the dusty light that shone into his brick room through the rusty bars and squeaking hinges of the old wooden door. Merely looking up at the sickening sight of the man standing in the doorway made Matt want to laugh and puke at the same time. He was a rather big man; belly fat sticking out of corners of his blue security uniform he was forced to wear. He held a thick nightstick in his hand, batting it gently against the palm of his opposite hand. "I'm moving. I'm moving. Don't get your panties in a knot, Rex" Matthew rose slowly from his place in the corner, stretchin