A man in an orange jumpsuit burst through the wall at an extreme
angle. He tried to land on his feet, but he lost his footing and
tumbled over. When he finally got control of himself, he was down on
one knee. A look of wild desperation shimmered in his wicked eyes.
"Woah! Are you alright?"
"Don't worry. They made the wall out of plywood."
"Plywood?"
"Yes, plywood, you moron. It's so fucking obvious. You could've
punched your way out," he said, jabbing the air for emphasis. "Not that there's anything worth seeing on the
other side."
His big, fat nose and puffy lips were positively punchable.
"Hey, there's no need to get nasty."
"You're plywood!"
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