(The year is 2005. You are a fellow prisoner in a maximum security jail.)

Walking down the lunch line is Darius, aka the Flaming Beer. He used to be a bartender, but did arson before his arrest, some say. Everyone makes room for Darius to be in the front of the lunch line.

Everyone except you.

“Get outta my way, freak.” Darius shoves you on the back with his hand playfully but gently, a deadly reminder to know your place.