Two weeks into his stint in prison, Glasgow the dog walked into the showers right as Oliver the goat was being attacked by three cats and a German Shepard. Fortunately their backs were to Glasgow and he headbutted all three cats, while Oliver shanked the German Shepard. From that day on they were close. Oliver ran the prostitution game inside and Glasgow was a 'roid head from Pittsburgh who got caught in a drug bust, so when Glasgow offered his services to Oliver's ring, well the goat could not say no.

As muscle of his operation, Glasgow roughed up Johns who didn't pay. Sometimes he didn't even have to touch the person - his mere presence was enough to make people do what he wanted. From there on out, Oliver used Glasgow's services whenever the ducks or the wombats would try to muscle in on his business.

"I don't care how many bitches you might have in here, this is my place of biznezz," is what Oliver would say when they offered to split the prostitution game, "Baaaah," he would add.

Unfortunately, Glasgow was not found of violence. When he entered a room he was the one who was the most scared and when a John wouldn't pay, no matter how big he made his chest, well Glasgow sometimes had to bust some guy's head or bite a corner of someone's ear. Something minimal - he'd never permanently hurt someone. But the violence was enough to question Oliver and his way on conducting "biznezz."

That's when Glasgow decided to go his own way. He let Oliver know that he wasn't going to be working for him anymore. That the game was too 'wough' and since he was coming up on a parole hearing, he wanted to have a clean record and a clean conscience. Oliver nodded his goat head over and over and said, "I understand, baaah, you want to live your life the way you want to live your life."

That night at lockdown, Glasgow was reading and the three cats from the showers showed up at his cell door.

They said, "We are not Chinese, but we know for sure that Oliver is going to try and get rid of you."

"But why," Glasgow said while licking his genitals.

"You know too much, yes, and it looks bad if someone leaves the game," the cats meowed.

"I don't believe you," Glasgow growled and when he barked the cats ran away (and one of them pooped a little).

The next day in the yard Glasgow went to lift some doggie weights. He made a nod to Oliver and Oliver did the same back (or maybe it was just a regular goat nod, because they tend to nod a lot). At lunch Glasgow sat and ate with Oliver and they talked about politics and chasing one's own tail.

But at showers, when Oliver had his back to the door Glasgow came in and shanked the little goat. And as he was dying Oliver looked up at his good friend and asked, "But whaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy?"

Then Oliver went "bah" and his tongue rolled out of his mouth.