Cheer those cheeks, Mary-Anne. I’ve determined how to stop those hoods in Cell Block C from PUSHING us around… Specifically, pushing me around. We’ll start an old fashioned PRISON GANG. And we’ll call ourselves The MISS FISTS. You see it’s like misfits, but MISS because we’re gals. And FISTS because we don’t put up with no PHONUS BALONUS! What do you think? Great! Time to permanently carve this onto my body.