The old prison guard hands Pascuala a bowl of soup. She puts her hand in and fishes out a scrap of saltfin leather with writing scrawled on it: 'Boss, we plan to blow up the maximum security cell block with saltfin poop explosives. We'll rescue you while causing maximum chaos to scare the hell out of these people. That's how we'll keep them under our thumbs and make a fortune!' She nods her head in satisfaction, listening to the guard hum a tune as she waits for tomorrow's jailbreak. Wait. Something's not right here! Pascuala's eyes widen as she looks at the drafty walls of her cell and the frail old guard with his back turned, humming his tune. This isn't a maximum security cell! She looks out the window. Her crew has already finished planting the explosives, and their shadows are retreating in the moonlight. Pascuala slams down her soup bowl, 'Hey! You locked me up in the frigging wrong cell!' The old guard straightens up, shakily, 'What? There's a fire in your cell?' 'No! You put me in the wrong cell! I committed a capital offense. I should be in the supermax. 'Huh? Soup? I just gave you your soup. No need to worry, child. This here's the county jail. I'm sure someone will bail you out tomorrow.' 'No! I'm going to the gallows tomorrow! Look! My wanted posters are all over the walls. I should be in maximum security!' The old guard squints at the wanted poster. 'No. I'm afraid you're mistaken. This looks nothing like you. She's a fearsome demon, and you're just a frightened little girl.' 'Finshit!' Pascuala jumps three feet in the air. 'I robbed the mayor's house, kidnapped his precious pet musbeast, drained his wine cellar, sold off all his jewels, and threw a wild party in his mansion. The old geezer got so mad he passed out for three whole days! I deserve to be in maximum security!' 'Oh—' The old guard gives her a knowing glance. 'I get it now.' Pascuala's face glows with joy. Finally, they would transfer her to the right prison cell. Then, tomorrow, when the explosives go off, she would shock the whole town into submission! She would make her fortune with this, and even become the town mayor just for the heck of it! The old guard pats her on the forehead. 'You poor girl. You must be delirious from your fever. We've got to get you to the medical office, straightaway.' He rushes her off to see his good friend, the town doctor. 'You poor girl,' the doctor murmurs. 'You've been wrongly arrested and developed a fever from the shock.' He gives her medication to stop the fever, combined with a sedative. He then places her in a warm bed with heart-print sheets. By the time Pascuala drifts off to sleep, she is surrounded by plush toys, with a lollipop in her mouth. The next day, Pascuala's crew, armed to the teeth with explosives, stand in grim silence around the hospital bed. The doctor places the girl in their arms. He looks them over and yells, 'You must be her family! The girl is so sick! Why didn't you bring her here earlier?!' The crew stares at their 'fearsome' leader, bundled up like a flower bouquet. A collective horrified scream rings through the room. In a panic, they dump Pascuala back onto the bed, turn tail, and bolt into the night, never to return. —And so, according to legend, the greatest bandit gang in Salt Town history crumbled overnight… at the hands of one old prison guard.