I want to beat you into the goddamn ground, I'm sick of you and your motherfucking warden bullshit! [Perry's not running on logic now. He puts his weight on his messed-up knee and it buckles. Looks like Arthur's gotten lucky. The slip distracts the big inmate and throws his balance out but he sees Arthur coming, getting close. Acting on instinct, Perry gives up on trying to stand and instead just pitches himself forward, wrapping his thick-muscled arms around Arthur's chest like he's back on the field dishing out a brutal sack on the QB. He squeezes hard, tightening his arms ruthlessly. He wants to take Arthur down.]