<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf4000"><div style="text-align: center">The moron addressing him during his workout was just wasting his breath. Not only did he not acknowledge the crazy clown's existence, Andre wouldn't dare focus on the atrabilious individual. Drenched in his own fluids, it was obvious the strain of overworking his body could lead towards deterioration, however he never had those thoughts inflict with his subconscious. Most would have to be cautious during such grueling exercises. The Warden and the staff in particular were the only entities able to break his concentration and overall address him on any situation. Furious for a lack of action for the countless months, Andre Hammer was beginning to become restless and snap to the point of pummeling the first unlucky bloke that decided to piss him off. After an hour of relentless training, he dropped onto the ground as the sweat continues to envelope his body. Sitting there with devious eyes, he stared straight through his cell and observes the other inmates trapped in this prison. Restless and close to berserk, the giant analyzed each inmate just to pass the time till one of the staff members approached him.<br/>
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â??Lord Satan grant me strength to free myself from this establishment. Through Isolation, I pray this is a way to not only satisfy your teachings, but provide you with hope that some mortals can abide by your ways. Amen, Amen!" , he said to himself as he was borderline insane himself in a sense.​</div></span></i>