Okay, loser inmates: lets get this straight. You screw up? I will utterly destroy you. You're here? You've already messed up your lives beyond all possible comprehension. You know what you did. Good job, woohoo. You don't need me telling you what happened. You know. You also know why you're here.

Back to my point: you screw up here: Utter. Destruction. You want to be a better person, great. I'll cheer you on. I'm a cheerleader, in fact. You're nice to me, maybe I'll even throw on the uniform. Maybe I'll even bake you a cake. You want to play shitty, you'll be here forever.

'kay? Okay. Great. Thanks.