I had been doing my patrols as normal, taking it nice and slow to let the prisoners wonder. They never knew when I might decide to single one out for a special punishment. As my face lacked any features, even a mouth at the moment, it was tough to tell even who I was looking at. As I passed one prisoner, I puffed out my fat belly and shook it a bit, having eaten their friend from the next cell over earlier this week. Continuing on I came to the section containing BaX and the woman who was currently pressed up against the bars. My legs squished down into Dough in front of her. Beginning to leak under the bars to grab at her legs. Of course I could just open it. But this seemed like much more fun at the moment.