When you get to prison, find the biggest guy in the yard and punch his lights out.
That’s what they said in the movies, but Donald Groves wasn’t confident in his ability to punch anybody’s lights out – let alone the biggest guy in the yard.
Oz didn’t have a yard, anyway. He’d have to improvise.
“Hi, I’m Bob Rebadow,” the old guy said, and when he stuck out his hand Donald thought, moment of truth.
Tongue dragged lazily across his palm.
Did it work? Are you scared?
“Nice to meet you, too,” Rebadow said mildly, and pulled away.
Good enough.