Three prisoners attempt an escape from Alcatraz, but are caught and must be punished.
Prison Guard: “OK, the governor has prescribed punishment of three lashes each, but you may have on your back the covering of your choice. Jenkins, you first. What ya want on your back?”
Jenkins: “Oil.”
Prison Gaurd: “OK, then. Slop it on. Good. Now… ONE!”
Jenkins: “AAAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHH!”
Prison Gaurd: “TWO!”
Jenkins: “Oh GOD! MERCY! MERCY!”
Prison Gaurd: “THREE!”
Jenkins: “AAAARRRghhhhh (faints)”
Prison Gaurd: “Next, you Baxter, what do you want on your back?”
Baxter: “Nothing.”
Prison Gaurd: “Have it your way… ONE!”
Baxter: “Didn’t feel it.”
Prison Gaurd: “TWO!”
Baxter: “Ha, ha, ha!”
Prison Gaurd: “THREE!”
Baxter: “No sweat.”
Prison Gaurd: “Finally you, Goldstein. What you want on your back?”
Goldstein: “I’ll have Baxter.”
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