My Way Out, Is the Warden.

She's a fine piece of ass. And one clearly desperate for some fucking attention her husband can't give her. I move back to the slab that is my bedding and close my eyes as I think of a plan. And not just a plan, the perfect plan. The plan that's going to get me the fuck outta here. Getting off the planet is going to be a problem in of itself, but that's a future me problem. Afterall Nyssa was the brains. Not me.

So, Sly? What am I going to do?