He let a smirk crawl to his face. âI apologize Sir, I will have to speak with my manager about the lack of service. Now Mister James why do you need to be that way after we took you from the electric chair?â He smiled and pulled out that beloved key card that every one of the prisoners would have killed to get. Sliding it through the cell of the raving lunatic he smiled. Sliding the cage door open he took a seat beside the man who was mounted like a taxidermy prize. He smiled and looked at his restraints. âAre you pleased with your shackles, or should we make some adjustments to padded walls and a nice nylon coat?â He smiled to himself, he knew this inmates past, and he knew that he would make life all the more fun around here and maybe keep his guards on their toes a little more.