The next day, GOB had already set his plan into motion. He had managed to talk the warden into attempting to break out a second time.
"You want to try to break out of this prison again?" Warden Gentles asked.
"I was thinking of doing it a second time, but in Thailand, but then I thought 'Lame!' 'cuz that's just doing it all over again."
"So you decided to do it at the exact same prison?"
"Something my dad used to tell me: if it ain't broke, don't break it." It was, indeed, broke, but GOB still hadn't figured that out.
"Now, this sounds like a lucrative publicity opportunity, however, I do have one concern: your brother is in this prison," Warden Gentles observed. "How do I know this isn't an elaborate scheme to break him out?" Slightly panicked, GOB began desperately seeking some comeback that would assure Warden Gentles that he was not a decent human being and good brother, a difficult task for the magician. Fortunately, Barry Zuckercorn, who had accompanied GOB to this meeting, decided to cover for him.
"The last time he did this, his father was in the prison, and GOB only escaped by getting stabbed by White Power Bill."
"He's not going to be around, is he?" GOB asked. "Because if he is, I've got some good medicine for the racism that ails him." GOB was referring to his puppet Franklin, whom he had used in an attempt to break down racial barriers. In the past, these efforts were less than successful, and only exacerbated racial tensions.
"Please tell me you're not talking about Franklin," Barry interrupted.
"He just said some things Whitey wasn't ready to hear," GOB retorted.
"Alright, alright," Warden Gentles said. "I agree to this. You may attempt to break out of my prison. Good luck."
"I won't need it," GOB assured the warden, although, given his track record, he certainly did. Now he only had to convince the warden to let him and his brother be cellmates, so that they didn't have to enlist the aid of other inmates to escape.
"I'll make you cellmates with your brother; hopefully that will keep you out of trouble," Warden Gentles said. Before GOB could protest that this would make things too easy, Barry stepped in again, finally proving that he was worth the $20,000 retainer that the Bluths paid every time they called him.
"That sounds great, let's go, GOB."
"This isn't over!" GOB exclaimed.
"No, it's only just begun!" Warden Gentles replied with a sinister smile.
Next time on Arrested Development: Fox River...
Michael and GOB are reunited.
"GOB? What are you doing here?"
"I killed a man, Michael! I'm in here for life!"
"…It wasn't anyone who worked at the Bluth Company, was it?"
The Bluths try to comfort George Michael.
"I understand how you feel," Buster says, patting his nephew on the shoulder. "My father isn't here, either."
"Or is he?" Oscar asks not-so-cryptically.
And George, Sr., is forced to fend for himself.
"This is the voice of God! Bring chicken wings to the attic as a sacrifice, or you will all go to hell!" an eerie voice calls from the air vents.
Unfortunately for the Bluths' immortal souls, Tobias had already eaten all the chicken wings.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!" Tobias says.
