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Rent the cell bars asunder!
Don't you love the way that sounds? You know, "So thusly he rent the bars asunder bringing about a great fear in the heart of the guard." Great stuff this unorthodox writing style.
Where was I... oh yeah. With impressive might and style, you rent the cell bars asunder, and depart from your cell. Much to the dismay of the prison guard.
"Send backup!" the guard screams into his little walking-talkie thing. "Prisoner number 5/18ths has just rent his cell asunder and thusly escaped!" Then his voice stops, mainly because you just rent him asunder too. His death looked pretty painful, but most spectacular deaths are.
You continue your prison rampage, tearing apart every guard that stands in your way. Before you can escape your cell bloc the anti-asunder system kicks in, causing heavy sunder-proof doors to swing down over the most obvious exits, except for one.
You head for this exit, knowing full well it's a trap, but still manage to gasp a horrified gasp as a whole mess of SWAT people stomp through the open doorway. They aim their guns at you and shout angry words about how to stand and where to put your hands. They seem pretty angry, maybe they didn't get a good breakfast, or maybe they hate you and want to kill you because you are attempting to escape jail. Either way, they're not happy.