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So he was confined in a cell, a soft cell.  You know, the fucking padded variety.   Here, for a whole month, he was under constant supervision.  Every action observed.  Every move was analysed.  

The Dr's were concerned.

His daily routine was invariably the same.  He would wake up around midday, dump his load, wipe his arse, rinse his hands, wash his face.  Then he would sit.  Motionless.  Staring, vacant-eyed, straight ahead into nothingness.  And here he would remain, static, no movement at all for the next 15 hours.

This is what the untrained eye would see anyway.  The non-professional would simply observe a stupefied, catatonic moron.  The professional however would detect subtle activity.  The flurry of fingers emanating from his right hand.  Occasionally his left middle finger would twitch - sometimes spasmodically three times in succession.  From time-to-time, his arms would suddenly shoot straight into the air with the utterance, "take that mother fucker".  Other times he would abruptly explode, cursing "fuck, shit, cunt, what the fuck!!!"   On other occurrences it was observed a foaming of the mouth like a mad, rabid dog.  Sometimes the words, "fucking lagger!!!" were spat out as if he were casting out demons. 

The Dr's were concerned.