I didn't understand his comment until I realized that the inmate he was talking about had an eye patch.
I put coal into the power plant at Sandstone Prison, a federal pen in S. Minnesota years ago. The plant was one very scary place.
Our first few tons hit the grates but we couldn’t get the stuff to ignite.
Only rags, diesel fuel and hand torches...over and over, the stuff would not fire.
A convict came into the power plant and wanted to know why there was no heat or hot water for the mid day meal...”we got 350 hungry ‘cons’ upstairs.”
My gruff old fuel engineer looked at the guy and said, “What are your worried about? They ain’t going no where...”