and the warden walks by one day sees my chess pieces on the table. you can't have those. and that was the end of it. i would like somebody to give me one reason, just semi-intelligent reason, why it would hurt somebody to sit in a cell, locked in here by myself, with some cheese pieces. i ain't hurting nobody in the world. but that's d.o.c. for you. that's rehabilitation at its finest. next on "lockup: raw" -- >> there is nothing i have done that god has not forgiven me for. >> a serial killer claims he found god. >> is it a greater sin to steal a cracker or kill someone? >> and another "lockup" inmate finds satan. >> in the name of satan, the ruler of the earth, i command the forces of darkness to bestow the infernal power upon me. and it tastes good? sure does! ♪ ♪ wow. [ buzz ] delicious, right? yeah. it's the honey, it makes it