Anon and the ketchup in the fridge

Be Anon
>In prison for putting ketchup in the fridge
>How did they even know you did that?
>You're at lunch with numerous psychologists watching you
>Since you're an omnivore they let you eat steak
>That was nice of them
>Everything is fine until you put ketchup on it
>Your psychologists, who have dealt with the worst criminals in Equestria, are all shocked
>One faints
>Two others vomit
>The rest of them tackle you to the floor and put you to sleep with some herbs they have in their pockets

A few minutes later

>You meet with the warden
>She looks at your rap sheet
>"Putting ketchup in the fridge."
>She reads what you did earlier today and is visibly sickened
>She's on the verge of tears
>"Anon..."
"Yes?"
>"I seriously hope that you don't do this."