Later that afternoon, Arlen Bitterbuck was sitting in his cell when Paul came up and said, "Arlen, your daughter and family are here."
A few minutes later, a couple of guards took Bitterbuck to say his goodbyes to his loved ones; the next day would be his last day alive. Paul turned to Brutal and said, "Let's move on. I want these two rehearsals done before he gets back."
Brutal nodded and then walked away.
A few minutes later, the janitor known only as Toot-Toot went into Arlen Bitterbuck's cell, pretending to be the inmate on death row. "Alright, sittin' down, sittin' down!" he said as he sat down on the bed, "Rehearsing now, everybody settle!"
"Arlen Bitterbuck, step forward," Paul instructed.
"Steppin' forward, steppin' forward," Toot said as he got up from the bed and walked out of the cell, "Steppin' forward!"
"Is his head properly shaved?" Paul asked Dean.
Dean looked at Toot's hair and said, "Nope, it's all dandruff and it smells!"
"I'd take that as a yes," Paul said, "Let's go." He and Dean led Toot to walk down the mile towards the main entryway.
"Walking the mile, walking the mile!" Toot said as he walked with the two guards. He repeated that phrase until they reached an office where he then said, "I'm getting' to my knees. I'm prayin', prayin'! The Lord is my shepherd, so forth and so on. I'm sorry for all the bad shit I've done, and people I've tramped on, and everything. And I hope they forgive me, and I'll never do it again, that's for sure!"
While Toot kept babbling on, Harry asked Paul, "Paul, we're not gonna have some Cherokee medicine man in here whooping and hollering and shaking his dick, are we?"
Paul started to say, "Well, actually…"
"Still prayin!" Toot announced, "Still prayin'! Gettin' right with Jesus!"
"Do it quietly, you old gink!" Harry corrected the janitor with a slap on the back of the head.
"As I was saying," Paul continued, "I don't believe they actually shake their dicks, Harry. Be that as it may, Mr. Bitterbuck is a Christian, so I have the Reverend Schuster."
"Yeah, he's good," added Dean, "He's fast, too. Just get him all worked up."
"On your feet!" Paul ordered; he, Dean, and Harry knelt down to help Toot get back onto his feet. "Come on, Toot!" Paul said, "You've prayed enough for one day!"
"To my feet!" Toot said as he left the room with the guards, "Walking the mile, walking the mile! Walking the mile, walking the Green Mile!" He kept on babbling when they reached the execution room, where Brutal, Percy, and Bobbie-Jo were waiting.
In the execution room, Paul, Dean and Harry led Toot to "Old Sparky," and the janitor blurted out, "Sittin' down, now! Sittin' down! Taking a seat in Old Sparky!"
As Toot sat in the chair, Percy looked at Paul with an uneasy look and asked, "What do I do?"
"Watch and learn," Paul answered with a serious tone.
"Watch and learn!" Toot repeated.
"BJ, why don't you go back with Percy?" Paul asked his "nephew."
BJ just silently mouthed, "I don't want to."
Paul just motioned for her to go back, and she exhaled through her nostrils. "C'mon, BJ," Percy called to her, "You get to watch with me!"
Bobbie-Jo reluctantly walked behind Percy to a covered area where another man, Mr. Van Hayes, was in charge of the switches.
"Getting' strapped!" Toot called out as he was being strapped into the electric chair, "Getting' clamped, getting' wired! All right! Getting' all electro'd!"
When Toot was all strapped in, the guards stepped away from the chair and Brutal called out, "Roll on one!"
Behind the screen, Van Hayes told Percy and Bobbie-Jo, "Roll on one means they turn the generator up full. You see the lights go bright in half the prison."
Outside, Brutal looked at Toot and said, "Arlen Bitterbuck, you've been condemned to die by a jury of your peers, sentence implored by a judge of good standard in this state. Do you have anything to say before your sentence is carried out?"
Toot's face shot up as he answered, "Yeah! I wanna fried chicken dinner with gravy on the taters, and I wanna shit in your hat! I got to have Mae West sit on my face, cause I'm one horny mother fucker!" He laughed at the last word, and then everyone else (with the exception of Paul) burst into a fit of laughter!
"Be quiet!" Paul shouted, "Be quiet! Shut up! SHUT UP!"
"Sorry, boss!" Van Hayes said from behind the screen. Bobbie-Jo immediately put her hand over her mouth when she heard her father shout.
"Toot, one more remark like that, I'll have Van Hayes rolled onto you for real!" Paul told the janitor, "And I'll have one less crazy trustee in the world!"
"It was pretty funny," Brutal told Paul as he held back a grin.
"That's why I don't like it," Paul said, "We'll be doing this for real tomorrow night! I don't want anybody remembering some stupid joke like that and getting going again! You ever try not to laugh in church when something funny gets stuck in your head? It's the same goddamn thing!"
"I'm sorry, Paul, you're right," Brutal said, "Just keep going, then."
I know what you mean, Bobbie-Jo thought to herself as she remembered something from her childhood…
Flashback: Easter Sunday, 1928
Bobbie-Jo was 10 years old, and was at church with her parents and older brother. She was dressed in a pink, red and white dress, white stockings, a silver necklace with a pink charm, and black shoes; her hair was done in two braids, and she had a pink headband.
It was the Easter service, and Bobbie-Jo was promised a special basket if she behaved. Throughout most of the sermon, the young girl sat quietly, prayed, and sang along when asked to. But there was also a very difficult part – during the previous week at school, the young girl had witnessed a classmate play a prank on the teacher involving frogs, worms, and slugs in the teaching desk. When the teacher opened her desk, she screamed and swore like a sailor when she saw the animals run out; all the students, including Bobbie-Jo, laughed and laughed.
That thought came into her head, and she couldn't help but make a snorting sound with her nose, trying to hold back laughter. Everyone in the congregation turned to see her smiling and trying to hold back giggles. Paul and Jan both frowned at their daughter and each gave her a slap on the back of her head, making her come to senses. Realizing the pain from each slap, Bobbie-Jo looked up towards the alter with moist eyes, and then the scene was interrupted by the sound of someone else screaming.
End of Flashback
Bobbie-Jo came back to reality as she heard the sound of Toot-Toot pretending to scream in pain, "I'm frying! I'm frying! Oh! I'm a doggone turkey!"
Back in the main part of the room, Paul shook his head with disbelief and Brutal just smiled.
"This is a shocking experience!" Toot cried out, feigning pain.
As the janitor continued to play along, Brutal saw something and said softly to Paul, "One of the witnesses showed up a day early!"
Paul turned his head and saw a familiar brown mouse scurrying about on the top of one of the doors. He decided to ignore the mouse and said, "All right, let's do it again! Let's get it right this time. Get that idiot out of the chair!" Everyone agreed, and decided to rehearse the execution again. (Without any help from Toot)