Simon was walking through the prison, Soap, price, Gaz, Konig and a few cops right behind him. They all where talking when Simon noticed something and pointed it out. It was a large, metal door, guarded by two arms cops on each side.

“ What’s in there? “ he asked, looking at one of the cops who looked at the door. Little did he know, that behind the heavy metal door, sat you in a straitjacket from an asylum, restraining your movement with a muzzle over your face..