When Triple 6 Holla came to me in 1949 and asked me to smuggle Rita Hayworth into the prison for him, I told him no problem. And it wasn't.
On the outside, he'd been vice-president of a large Portland bank. Good work for a man as young as he was, when you consider how conservative banks were back then.
I must admit I didn't think much of Holla first time I laid eyes on him. He might'a been important on the outside, but in here he was just another convict in prison grays. Looked like a stiff breeze could blow him over. That was my first impression of the man.
(insert scene - Holla, butt-ass naked in a cage, getting sprayed by a large fire hose)
OFFICER HADLEY: "Delouse that piece of shit! Next man in!"
*poof*
And now he's a piss aura. Good job, man.
