We had this old biker dude in lock up. He came from Prison every year for a holiday with us.
He was a psychopath of the highest order and was not allowed in general population in the Maxi unit he came from in Prison.
He was not therefore allowed in general population at my work place.
We took him for six weeks every year to give that prison services staff a break,. this guy was not mentally ill, we purely agreed to house him for six weeks for the mental health of the prison guards from his unit.
Anyway, he was like a biker version of Hannibal lecter. he was a kiwi with a strong Aussie accent.
Being with him for eight hours a day would start to make you go a little nuts. I have to say he was the purest psychopath I have ever come across.
Anyway a Psychologist decided that we should get him out of solitary and let him use the gym once a week.
So we let him wear his bandana, let him put his leather vest on, and told him he had half an hour with the punching bag.
So this dude stands in front of the bag, spends five minutes doing a ritual with putting his bandana on like he is Miyagi putting a bandana on Daniel - except he does it for five minutes, bowing, neatly folding the bandana, tying it then re tying it. More bowing.
Then he starts doing this deep breathing and exhaling "Huh! huh! huh! huh!"
We watch five minutes of that shit.
So that is ten minutes of build up, no action yet.
Finally he forks two fingers like he is gonna poke someone in the eyes and yells "eyes! eyes! eyes!" as he stabs the punching bag over...and over...and over...
Then he makes a grabbing motion with his other hand and clutches low down on the bag yelling "Nuts! nuts! nuts!"
What followed was having to watch a old Biker molesting a punching bag while screaming "eyes! nuts! eyes! nuts!".
Twenty minutes of that he was done, bows, thanks us, we walk back down the Wing in silence to solitary.
You have to try really hard not to laugh sometimes when people do stuff like that.