“So what do I call a hotshot Muslim priest?” continued Bobby, hoping to ingratiate himself but doing exactly the opposite. “That’s what I heard you were. Some biggity-big Islamic wonder boy. You gotta help me here, buddy. I never had the pleasure of meeting a full-fledged holy man before. I never even met a rabbi, and I’m Jewish. You’re sorta like a rabbi, aren’t you?” Bobby giggled and picked his nose. “I mean, we’re gonna be in here together for years, hotshot, so what are you comfortable with? Me, I’m Bobby and—”

“You don’t call me anything, motherfucker, you hear? In fact, don’t even look at me.”

Bobby Leventhal was suddenly frightened. “So where am I supposed to look, big guy?” he asked the imam, a quaver in his voice.

“Didn’t I just tell you, you dumb white Jew shit, not to ever talk to me? So why are you talking to me? Look anywhere as long as it’s not at me, you stupid white trash Jew motherfucker.”

“Hey, hold on there,” said Leventhal bravely.

“Hey fucking what, kike?”

The tall, muscular, and very angry Jamal took one step forward and stood chest to chest with the little porker. Well, not exactly chest to chest. The top of Bobby’s head came to the imam’s breast-bone.

“Just shut the fuck up, kike, and look somewhere else, you hear?”

“Yeah, I hear,” said Bobby, who might have been trembling.

It wasn’t long after that discussion that all hell broke loose for Bobby Leventhal. Rasheed Jamal played right into the hands of the Jew-hating warden by throwing Bobby to the prison population with the following instructions: Just make sure the Jew spends more time in the infirmary than in my cell.

Bobby Ears Leventhal was trashed.

As instructed by the imam, a large number of inmates of Attica got rid of their frustrations by beating the crap out of Bobby Leventhal. Most of the punishment was barbarous, cruel, and disfiguring. Leventhal suffered multiple kicks to his mouth until he lost almost all his teeth. The only ones left were a few molars in the back, which was the object of those kicks. Then the Muslims and blacks and Hispanics and hard-core Aryan Nation toughs and stupid whites could use Leventhal’s mouth for cocksucking without any of his teeth in the way. And his nice fat ass for butt-fucking.

And his big ears for holding on to.

Bobby Leventhal ended up a half-dead mess. His nose didn’t have any cartilage left. It lay flat against his face. His mouth was a sunken hole, puckered inward like an old man’s. He was blind in one eye and deaf in one ear. The blind eye’s lid drooped. He limped badly and slept poorly. He was in constant pain and, as ordered by the imam, spent most of his time in the prison’s infirmary.