prisons serve an important purpose

Imagine if several children in a particular small town came down with sexually transmitted infections around the same time and when their parents investigated it was revealed that an old man had been parking out in front of the day care and letting the kids pet his puppy and then for those who "consented" he was inviting them into his van for some candy and then when he got them inside he would violently rip their pants off and rape them and then punch them in the face and threaten to kill their parents if they ever told. You can imagine how hurt and angry the parents would be. They'd be gathering their pitchforks and flaming torches and marching down by the river where the old man was known to park at night, and then when they find the van they open the door and catch the man red handed raping a tied up bruised and battered skinny little boy who has been missing for the past several weeks. About that time the town mayor comes up and tells the mob to simmer down. "Let the authorities handle this!" he demands. "But we de-funded the police and abolished the prisons!" complains one citizen. "What are the authorities going to?" "I can answer that," says an obese woman, struggling to extract herself from the back seat of the mayor's sedan. "I'm Holly Hollinson, a social worker and mental health professional. We are going to open a case with..." turning to address the old man, "what should we call you sir?" "Well, Holly, I'm an old sick cat," the old man says, grinning. "And my philosophy in life is to Go For It. You can call me OSC if you like." "Okay, Mr. OSC," the Mrs. Hollinson replies, pulling out a clipboard. "I'm signing you up for a mandatory counseling session on..." she scrolls through her calendar app, "July 17th at 9:30 am." "I would prefer an afternoon appointment, if at all possible," OSC replies. "This cat likes to prowl at night and sleep in," he says with a mischievous grin. "See?" the mayor says to the crowd. "We've got it handled. Let's go Mrs. Hollinson." Mrs. Hollinson hands OSC an appointment reminder and as the two authorities drive off OSC squats and takes a shit right in the middle of the road and wipes his ass with the document . "Get back in there," OSC says to the little boy, then he gets in and closes the sliding van door behind him. Smacking sounds and crying can be heard clearly from the road. Dejected, the crowd begins walking back to their cars. The captured boy's father is especially upset and starts crying behind the wheel. "Whyyyyyyy!" he cries out to heaven. "Why can't we put OSC's ass in jail and save my darling son?" "You stop that immoral talk," a nerdy voice says from the crowd. Everyone turns around to see Fragment standing there, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Prisons are immoral. We know that." "Fuck morality," the angry father says, punching Fragment in the nose. "I'm going to save my child." The father goes back to the van, opens the door and shoots OSC in the face, grabs his son and returns to his car. "Two wrongs don't make a right," Fragment calls out to the father. "Sign me up for some counseling!" replies the father as he drives off back towards home to nurse his son back to health.