 Good morning, old chap. Dr. Cain's nails clacked on the tile floor as he trotted into the break room. Got some good news and some bad news. First the good news. 6-8-2 escaped again last night. How the hell is that good news? Well, after killing 792 guards on his way out, he stole a car and went on an alcoholic bender across two states. Dr. Bride furred his brow. Sure pulling my leg. If that is the good news, Cain barked happily. I'm not done yet. 6-8-2 wrapped the car around a tree at 150 miles per hour. The airbag did not deploy. The big bad lizard is dead.