Pyle was asleep on his top bunk above Joker, snoring, his shirt ridden up above his protruding stomach. He was unaware of the danger around him that night. Everyone else began to prepare socks with soap bars, intent on hitting Pyle in his sleep. They hated Pyle. They hated how they were all punished for his stupid mistakes, so they all had turned on them. Cowboy crawled up the frame of the bunk, ready to stuff Pyle's mouth to keep him quiet before everyone could hit him.