A new prisoner is being processed, and the jailer—who is looking particularly sharp in a tailored uniform—leans over the desk with a smirk.
“Alright, Newbie,” the jailer says, “we have a very strict ‘hands-on’ policy here.”
The prisoner gulps. “Is that so? What happens if I break the rules?”
The jailer slowly clicks a pair of high-polish handcuffs and whispers, “Then I’ll have to put you in a very long time-out… and I’m the only one with the key to your heart. Or, you know, the cell. Whichever stays locked longer.”
