Then Michael walks over to C-Note (I think…it's been a few episodes) and gets a hand-powered eggbeater. That sets him back $100. Only state prison can make Sur La Table look like a bargain.

Hey, T-Bag's back from the infirmary. Surprisingly, he gets a very warm reception from all the inmates inside. I suppose it helps when all the African-American inmates are forced to go outside and stand around to rap music. As T-Bag hooks up with a crony, the crew-cut guy tells him, "We got you a little get-well gift." He's sitting in a cell, looking fairly scared. T-Bag stops in the door and, to the great amusement of his cohort, croons, "Awww. It's just the right size." The inmates fall about laughing. Eat your hearts out, Dorothy Parker and Robert Benchley! We have T-Bag at our lunch table again! The guys head out and T-Bag commences coerc-- excuse me, wooing the scared young man in front of him. He's one smooth mack daddy: "You new, Seth? Scared? Look at me, boy. You probably heard stories about me. They're not all true. [Pulls out his pocket.] What do you say we go for a walk?" Seth's eyes bug out with fear, and he looks up at T-Bag with something like resignation.