The breakfast oatmeal comes in large sacks with a picture of a horse on them and labeled "Not intended for human consumption."
The inmates stage mock trials to solve humorous disputes like "did you fart or not?" complete with Judge, Jury, Lawyers, and Punishments.
A ball of Heroin tar is found on an inmate. The guards react lightning-fast, locking down the facility and "rolling up" those responsible.
Long scratched into the black locker are two conjunctive words, never more true: "TIME" and underneath it "FUCK". It has become a mantra.
Sickness spreads throughout the facility like brush fires, and #34 is helpless to avoid the outbreak and inevitable infection.