Sweat pours off Snatch Ratchit as she pumps iron in the sweltering prison yard, the stench of sweat and musk hangs thick in the air. She bench presses two hundred pounds as if it's nothing. Her pecs strain against her orange jumpsuit. The weights groan under the strain. She drops the weight with a crash and shouts. "Enough you worthless cunts!" all the Inmates in the prison yard go dead silent