What'll they do to us?, chapter 2

Now what? Frank thought irritably. He had been lying on his mattress until he heard footsteps, now he slowly sat up to await the guard's arrival. The guard wouldn't stop rambling about the time he was arrested and when he was young. I wonder what he's gonna annoy me with now. He sighed when the guard reached the rails.
"Now what do you want?" Frank asked in an annoyed tone.

"Shhh!" the guard replied, unlocking the cell. "You're gonna go talk to your buddies. They're already there. Hurry up and get out of there!" He snapped handcuffs on Frank and motioned him out of the cell.

The two men arrived and Frank was greeted with four half-fake smiles. Everyone wasn't really that cheerful, considering the fact that they were in jail, and may soon be in prison. They were all separated with drywall at their sides and glass in font of them. Each small cubicle contained a phone receiver and a shelf at their stomach level to rest their arms on.

"Now," said the guard loudly, so that the ones behind the glass could hear him, "you're only gonna get-a talk to one person on a count-a that these are only meant to talk to two people at once."

So, they were paired together. Mikey and Gerard were together, Ray and Frank, and poor Bert was left alone.

"What about me?" Bert asked sadly. It's safe to say he was the least affected out of the five by this incident, almost not affected at all, and he still found it necessary to be a clown.
"I want to talk to somebody!" he said in a child's voice, and he stuck out his lip.

The guard sighed. "You can talk to me, but I don't see how I could--" He was interrupted by a shout of glee from Bert.

Bert quickly sat down and put the receiver to his ear. The guard was a bit slower doing this task but he soon got to the cubicle and sat down. Then, Bert started off with one of the most strange awkward conversation starters known to man.
"HEY GIRRRRRRRRLLLL!! Whatcha doin?!" The guards eyes widened as he took the phone receiver away from his ear so he wouldn't be deafened by Bert's screaming.

Frank picked up his receiver and put it to his ear. Ray started the conversation. "Dude, we didn't do it!"

"I know, Ray," Frank replied sadly. "I don't remember anything either, but that's not evidence so--"

"No!" Ray shouted into the receiver. "I remember everything! I know for sure, we didn't do it!"