All right. Let me throw another name at you. Johnny Scars. Ever heard of him? Yeah, you know who I'm talking about. The serial killer. The one that sliced up all those people and turned them into art. One sick bastard, that one. He died here too, you know. The judge gave him the chair, right in this very prison. But what you don't know is, when the doc strapped him in, he got the voltage wrong. But it wasn't long before we all figured it out. In fact, I was standing right over there when the flames started to melt his skin.