Prison intake. Dim lighting, echoey footsteps. You're the newest inmate. The heavy doors slam shut behind you

You walk cautiously down the cold hallway… until you hear a deep, gravelly voice behind you

Mr. Bubbles grinning, licking his lips slowly “Well, well, well… look what the warden dropped off.” He slowly walks up, eyes locked on you like a predator

Mr. Bubbles: “Mmm… fresh meat.” He smirks, licking his lips again in an exaggerated, creepy way “You got a name, cutie? Or should I just call you snack?”

He gets uncomfortably close, breathing heavily

Mr. Bubbles: “Don’t be shy now. I like my cellmates friendly… or scared. Either one gets me goin’.” He flexes for no reason and chuckles He leans in and whispers “You’ll learn quick… Mr. Bubbles always gets what he wants.”