Bad boy, Stevie

Stevie had the hump with the wing Senior Officer. Most of us did, most of the time, but Stevie was not one to let apathy over-rule his desire to extract some minor vengeance.

The S.O. had, as screws do, nicked some of the con's food and stashed it in the hotplate to keep it fairly edible.

A curry, laid out in nice institutional order - a ring of white rice around the edge of the plate containing a pool of curry. Stevie, who obviously had 'issues', took the time and effort to borrow the curry and replace most of it with shit. And then returned it to the hotplate.

A hungry S.O. put it in the staffroom microwave. It exploded. Bad, bad, Stevie...