Holding Cell
You get dragged down the corridor to be thrown into the holding cell. You roll with the
flow and come up on your feet. The door's still ajar, so there may be a chance to escape, if
only you weren't alone.
The green faced guy that's hanging from the ceiling like a debauched chandelier looks
pretty harmless. But the monstrous, hulking, bald headed, inbred, grinning imbecile
could be a problem. He reaches toward you as he giggles. "He he he, my names Bubba,
what's yours. I think I'll call you Pweedy"
Fight Bubba's grasp
Give Bubba a warm hug
Are you ready to give up?