Back in the Whack Shack, Haywire is watching a documentary about penguins not narrated by Morgan Freeman, and Michael is watching Haywire. "I need you to focus. I need you to remember what you drew," Michael begs of Haywire. Haywire responds by blinking. Michael encapsulates the frustration of an entire nation by putting his hand on his head and sighing audibly. The beefed-up version of Scatman Crothers leads Haywire off to his group therapy session while Michael stares purposefully at well, whatever he normally stares purposefully at. But he's taken out of his purposeful reverie by this sudden observation from Haywire: "It's a path." "Yes," Michael agrees. "It is a path." And then he smiles the smile of a man who's suddenly realized that his plan to intentionally get sent to the psychotic ward of a federal penitentiary isn't going to go for naught, after all.
Back in the yard, C-Note is receiving the news that he's been turned down for his loan. "You got nothin' comin'," says Imposing Prison Thug No. 2, by way of explanation. "All your outstanding markers, they're mine now." And if C-Note doesn't like that, Imposing Prison Thug No. 2 informs him, "go cry to your new crew." It seems C-Note's one-time associates do not care for his mingling with the white crowd. C-Note becomes so engaged in defending his position -- "I can have tea with the Grand Wizard of the KKK if I want," he says -- that he fails to notice the other Imposing Prison Thugs hastily shoving D-cell batteries into handy socks. "Out of respect for what you once were, I'm going to let you walk away," Imposing Prison Thug No. 2 says. C-Note makes a counter-offer -- a right hook to the jaw that sounds like someone slapped a frozen tri-tip against a kettle drum. That unleashes the fury of a dozen sock-wielding men who, with help of their batteries keep going and going and going and okay, you get the idea.