Greetings, convicts. Welcome to The Alcatraz. Around here, we like to call this place "The Rock". I'm sure you've heard of this place. We're on an island surrounded by boiling acid that just happens to be infested with sharks. There are guard towers every twenty feet and there are more Mooks here than you've had warm meals. The only way on or off this miserable spit of land is a narrow bridge, with explosives wired to it so we can destroy it at a moment's notice. So don't think about trying to escape, you miserable swine. We've got a perfect record here. You try to escape, and you're likely to end up a blackened skull, if that. There's no hope for any of you.