When he was beating me up, he was being heard by about 200 Americans who were living in cells three deep all around that area, and it was dark. And that was when I was brought out. They were getting me put back in the bath stall and somebody had a wet towel and he was snapping it. The people would think “That’s his bath towel and he’s just doing it.” But he said “G.” G, okay? Dom-dom-dom-dom, that’s G. “B,” dom-dom-dom: B. Oh, no. “GB,” dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, “U.” “G-B-U-J-S.” So I got more — I was more moved by that than many other things. Almost more than anything else because there half of the prison crowd knew that I was out there getting beat up.