The Internet takes over Alcatraz Island. (Ugh, get out of the way, non-Internet dude.)
By now, she has already made a dummy of herself out of her bra, scraps of paper, pipe rust, and other prisoners’ hair to make the screws think she’s in her cot, and is currently digging through the concrete of her cell with the hardened titanium zipper-pull she installed in her pants before her trip to Arizona. She’s gonna bust outta the big house in no time.
I hope she doesn’t have to shank a bitch before then.