He grumbled something, then grabbed a sheet of paper and scribbled down, 'I am very hungry and would like to eat. I'll eat anything.' His handwriting was surprisingly neat.
"I've been reeducating for hours," he wept. "I just want a slice of pizza or a sandwich or something. You don't write paragraphs for food in the real world!! Trust me--this ain't my first rodeo. I've been to Taco Bell before! They don't ask you to WRITE A PARAGRAPH!"
He opened the book to the first page, started reading with only some difficulty, then paused. His eyes lit up with a childlike wonder. "There's pictures!"