Lately, every time I go back to clean,

the guys wait for me to go into the back, opening the door between two halves of barred cells. As I clean the back shower I hear whizzing and cracking as the guys shoot bits of soap at each other. Because they are in their cells all day, with nothing to do, they have started soap wars between the two sides.
Their weapons are elastic bands from boxers as slingshots and plastic spoons as catapults. It's funny to hear their banter as the insults and taunts fly with each shot. They duck and doge to avoid hits. Even sleeping guys can't stay out of the game for long. They just get hit and wake up to join in the fray.
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