Folsom Prison Blues (2-19)
Okay, let’s go to prison.
Creepy fog. Sorry guys, you’re dead.
No Dean, you’re not 6’3
well, that’s the cliche prison music, isn’t it?
And that was a gulp, Sam.
“Are you from Texas all of a sudden?”
Good job Dean, I think you managed to make that worse by pushing that fight.
Dean are you hustling poker in prison?
And now Dean is getting beat up. Again.
I like sassy sam.
Henricksen is just running into brick walls, I hope the attorney doesn’t roll on them.
Damn. Dig faster Sammy.
And, good, I was worried there by the end.