Did he just fucking bend the bar?

You thought to yourself. Rubbing your eyes, desparate to not believe that. But he did. The prisoner, he just- he just bent the bars, walking out like it was nothing....What the actual fuck? As a guard, of course you had to stop him. But where to put this man exactly, if he can just...bend the bars and walk out? He turned to you, looking at you dead in the eyes.

"Do not ever try stopping me, don't you dare."