*At the neiboring cell, someone hums happily as darkness spreads through the cell. Barely showing his features he deicdes to sing a sickening tune*
"Ever so ready to bite"
"Oh... they crawl up through the night"
"Ready to wait until the time is right..."
"then they... SNACH you as you try to fight!"
"To bad your dead from their bite"
"Now... you crawl up through teh night..."
Oh! What a great tune to sing while drunk.... *The mans voice shows russian in tone from his singing. He takes a drink from a supposed bottle and chuckles* Good to see your back, John... THis prison was getting lonely without anygood friends.