line. i don't know how much you want. >> not that much. all right. >> see if you can tell what's in it. >> for just a moment it wasn't bad. it didn't taste like almost anything. i thought, okay. this is the best-case scenario. it just sort of tastes like a bunch of food. no big deal. but about three seconds later, it hit me, all different flavors all at once. oh, i'd rather have a broken jaw. oh, that is -- no, no, no. >> it tasted like i was about to throw up in my own mouth. >> god. it literally tastes like vomit. i'm not kidding. >> that's exactly what it tasted like. like i had thrown up in my own mouth. >> now, jesus! >> come on, try it. >> no way. no way. >> why not? >> that's what we have a p.a. for. no! >> but it was at the cuyahoga county correction facility in cleveland where our p.a., boggs, would have an unforgettable encounter with the jail's warden, eric ivey. >> warden ivey is a confident guy. and he is the best-dressed man i think i've ever met. and his clothing and accessories meant everything to him. >> he was stylish. i'll tell you. many occasions where inmates and staff alike would comment about,