"Suffering? Like you want but you don't want because you're horrible inconsistent," John pointed out as he shook his head, leaning his arms on the glass and resting his head against them. "Look, lock me up if you want to. But it's really a waste of both our times cause I'll get out. I always get out. Even the best men I've ever met have tried and it's never stuck. The longest I was ever in for was about six months and that's just because I was on a job to kill one of the more prolific prisoners."

Which he did. After he was violently fucked by him. Several times. In a few different positions. Oh what a sentence that had been. Shame he had to die too, it was a waste of great talent. "Why don't just let me out? I can't run off, we've got handcuffs and plenty of time before your gang turns up. Let's get creative instead."