You wanted to know why we’re still spending $500 per cell on three-foot-thick foam walls when we could just throw another bunk bed in there and call it a dormitory. Fair question.

Within an hour, he’s curled on the mattress. Not sleeping. Just… still.

But watch the CCTV footage from Tuesday.

Administrative – Canteen Gossip

Here’s the answer: The padded cell isn’t for the prisoner. It’s for the rest of them .

The moment the door seals, the change is instant. The thunk of the hydraulic lock is softer here. The lights are dimmable, controlled from a panel the guards have to use a key to touch. Socks paces for exactly eleven minutes. He punches the wall. No sound. Just a dull whump . He kicks the door. Whump . He screams. The foam absorbs it. The microphone in the ceiling transmits a whisper to the Psych office.

Padded Cell Utilization & Staff Psychological Debrief

Sure, the schematics show a 2x2 room with a bed bolted to a rubber floor. No toilet (they get a drain in the corner—God help the janitor). No window. No radio. The intake report calls it “Suicide Watch.” The lawyers call it “Administrative Segregation for the Medically Fragile.”