[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Random.Quickwrites.Prison Musings

I don't remember when I got here, only that I have been here so long... so very long.
My name? My name is Star. Sir Star Love-me-baby Pancakes Esquire. I've been locked up by treachery though. Foul play! I say. Yes. I was framed. Framed like the family portrait that hangs on my wall, at home, where my wife and children still don't know the truth, only that I am no longer there.
I KNOW you're just dying to ask me. To utter those accursed words. Those damnable five syllables that everyone has to ask me. But no. I won't just tell you. First, first you must know one thing...
The cake is a lie.