[Chronicler]

Behind a pair of doors leading to the cafeteria, the strange sounds of beating echoed on. *Bum Bum ... thump thump .... Bum Bum ... thump thump* The noise continued on in short repetition. Continueing as a man's deep voice began speaking unidentifiable words, muffled from behind the doors .... That strange, deep voice grew louder and louder, along with the chains of thumps and beats.

That's when the doors swung WIDE open, and in full boom! A Musklum carrying around a large, broken up radio entered in. His box of booms played Elvis Presley's "Jailhouse Rock!" (Don't ask me why The King is on Oddworld). Singing along with the song was Azkiz's gurgling voice. "You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing! Let's rock! .... Everybody, let's rock!". The Musklum quickly switched off his radio, ready to speak to the community of murderers, cut-throats, pirates, thieves, banditos, terrorists, and every other species of Jailbird.

"G'morning Everyone! Ain't it a sweet new day?! What wit' da cruddy food and all!" Azkiz said in a sarcastic voice, very well knowing on how this would prove to be the opposite of Good, sweet, and new. The guard dropped his gun on the floor at his feet, and turned his song back on. "Everybody in the whole cell block! ... Was dancin to the Jailhouse ROCK!"