I am your warden, my blue eyes hold the arctic. I am out to obtain perfect security, and if that means weakening you for transport by standing there while you jerk off and mess yourself while bolted to the floor, then I will. You are an, you are a number. You should not be loose on the streets. Cuffed, wearing a belly chain, you can do nothing but spill it in the face of my power. You will not ever escape, prisoner 770.