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James Deen sits on a toilet bowl inside a makeshift prison. He is wearing a V-neck black and gray striped T-shirt, a pair of denim jeans and a pair of black shoes. As he camera slowly pans into his face, he gives the audience a brief description about Odell Barnes Jr. “Odell Barnes Jr., raped and murdered a 44-year old woman, was sentenced to death by lethal injection. His last meal request: justice, equality and world peace.” He stands up saying, “He requested an empty plate to be served to him.” He then heads to the side of the prison cell and grabs an empty plate white with pink corners served on a gold tray. James slowly steps back to the toilet bowl holding the plate and tray on one hand. He sits back down looking pissed and begins ranting. He looks back and forth to the camera and the stuff in his hand saying, “I guess you can’t put justice, equality and world peace on a plate. And I know you definitely can’t fucking eat justice, world peace and equality. So, I kinda feel that he kind of got gipped, and should have asked for food. I mean you’re asking for your last meal. You’re not asking for your last request.” He continues on with his tirades, getting even more pissed, “Now, I’m sitting here fucking hungry because this asshole had to ask for justice, equality and world peace. What the fuck is your problem? You’re raping and murdering a 44-year old woman then fucking lethal injected. Eat some goddamn food.” The ranting never stops. Can’t really blame him as he is hungry. “I’m sitting here trying to review your last meal and you asked for justice, equality and world peace? Just fucking ask for justice, equality and world peace. You don’t fucking need to ask it for your last damn meal. For your last meal, you fucking ask for bacon, or fucking like a milkshake, or fucking something good, a cheeseburger, fucking In N Out, something.” James just could not believe that Odell Barnes Jr. did not ask for real food and asked for something else instead. His outburst is about to reach its peak as he complains, “Ask for some food. It’s your last meal not your last request. Last request, say, “Hey, you know what I would really like justice, equality and world peace.” James, now angry as fuck, throws the plate on the bed beside the toilet bowl and the tray on the floor, saying, “But you know what. This is fucking bullshit! I’m fucking hungry and this fucking rapist is dead and I’m hungry. Fuck you!”