During a confession, Miraschon sat across from Father Pucci in a small room. "Father, I have a confession to make," she said, wringing her hands nervously.

Pucci leaned forward, his expression calm. "Go ahead, my child."

"I have a habit of stealing things," Miraschon admitted. "I know it's wrong, but I can't seem to help myself."

Pucci raised an eyebrow. "Is that all?"

Miraschon nodded. "I was hoping you could help me. I need to get parole soon, and I thought maybe you could put in a good word for me."

Pucci steepled his fingers and looked thoughtful. "Before I can do that, I need to ask you a question. What's the difference between a man and an animal?"

Miraschon looked puzzled. "I don't know. What does that have to do with anything?"

Pucci reached into his pocket and pulled out a cherry stem with its pits still connected. "Watch closely," he said, and then proceeded to tie the stem into a knot with his tongue.

Miraschon's eyes widened. "How did you do that?"

"It's a skill I learned a long time ago," Pucci said with a shrug. "But the point is, humans have the ability to learn and master new skills. Animals don't."

Miraschon still looked confused. "I'm not sure I understand."

Pucci sighed. "The point is, if you want to change your behavior, you have to have the willpower to do it. I can't make you stop stealing. Only you can do that."

Miraschon nodded slowly, but then pressed the issue of her parole again. "But can't you at least put in a good word for me?"

Pucci hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and grabbing Miraschon by the hair. With a swift motion, he slammed her face down onto the table.

Miraschon cried out in pain, clutching her nose. "What was that for?"

Pucci chuckled darkly. "I quite like your habit of theft, my dear. In fact, I like it so much that I think I'll help you out after all."

With that, Pucci pulled out a Stand DISC and inserted it into the incapacitated Miraschon, ensuring that she would be under his control for the foreseeable future.

At the prison courtyard, Ermes questions Jolyne's trust in F.F. for letting her hide Jotaro's Stand DISC herself. "I don't get it, Jolyne. Why are you trusting F.F. so much? What if she's just playing us and planning to hand us over to Whitesnake?" Ermes asked, crossing her arms.

Jolyne looked at her friend with determination. "I trust F.F. with my life. She's been nothing but loyal to us, and Whitesnake knows nothing of her betrayal. Besides, she's the only one who can help us find the other Stand DISCs and defeat him," Jolyne explained.

Suddenly, Jolyne's Saiyan tail began to sway back and forth, catching Ermes' attention. "Whoa, Jolyne, I didn't know you had a tail! That's so cool," Ermes exclaimed, eyeing the appendage with fascination.

Antoe, who was standing nearby, joined the conversation. "Yeah, and check out our bouncing breasts!" she said, giggling as she made her chest jiggle.

Ermes laughed, amused by her friends' antics. "You guys are too much, you know that?" she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Later, "we have tossed the ball 86 times without dropping," said Antoe. Miraschon overhears them from nearby, introducing herself as prisoner FE26789, and bets 100 dollars that they will not be able to reach 100 tosses. Atroe is confident that they can reach it with only 13 throws left, but Jolyne, with her saiyen tail swishing, says that she does not have 100 dollars to wager.

Jolyne: I don't know, Ermes. I don't really feel comfortable betting on this game. It just doesn't seem right.

Ermes: Come on, Jolyne. Don't be such a stick in the mud. It's just a friendly game of cards, and Miraschon is a known cheat. You can take her.

Jolyne: But I don't want to stoop to her level. And what if she catches me cheating back? I don't want to be involved in that kind of drama.

Ermes: Look, I understand where you're coming from. But this isn't about cheating. It's about using your skills to beat someone who is trying to take advantage of you. Miraschon is a petty thief, and she'll do anything to get ahead. You have to be willing to stand up to her and show her that you won't be intimidated.

Jolyne: Hmm, you have a point. Okay, I'll do it, but on one condition.

Ermes: What's that?

Jolyne: Miraschon can't raise her voice or come near us during the bet. I don't trust her not to try something sneaky.

Ermes: Fair enough. I'll let her know the conditions.

(Jolyne and Ermes approach Miraschon)

Ermes: Jolyne has agreed to the bet, but on the condition that you can't raise your voice or come near us.

Miraschon: (grinning) No problem, no problem. I'll beat her fair and square.

Jolyne: We'll see about that. Let's get this over with.

As they start to toss the ball, Jolyne, Atroe, and Ermes' breasts jiggle with each toss. Suspecting that the wager is Whitesnake's trap,

The tension builds as they get closer and closer to 100, with Jolyne's tail whipping around with excitement. Finally, with only a few tosses left, they make it to 100! Miraschon begrudgingly hands over the money, still staring at Jolyne's tail with envy. As they walk away, Jolyne, Atroe, and Ermes' breasts continue to jiggle with each step.

Jolyne bet that they can throw the ball 1000 times. Jolyne and Antoe were out of breath as they ran through the corridors of the prison, tossing the ball back and forth to each other. Jolyne was determined to win the bet and get back what Miraschon had taken from Ermes.

"Come on, Antoe, keep up!" Jolyne said between gasps.

"I'm trying my best, Jolyne!" Antoe replied, also out of breath.

As they turned a corner, they saw Miraschon running ahead of them.

"There she is!" Jolyne exclaimed. "Let's get her!"

They chased Miraschon all the way to the bathroom, where she turned off the lights. Jolyne threw the ball to Antoe, who caught it with her plankton and shot it in the direction of Miraschon's voice, hitting her arm and turning on the lights.

"You'll pay for that!" Miraschon yelled, running away.

Jolyne and Antoe chased her into an elevator with Stone Free, where Jolyne finally cornered Miraschon.

"What do you know about Whitesnake?" Jolyne asked, determined to get some answers.

"I don't know anything, I swear!" Miraschon pleaded.

But before Jolyne could get any more information, Miraschon pressed a button and the elevator started to ascend.

Antoe forced the doors open with her plankton and tossed the ball to Jolyne, who prepared to throw it back on the second floor. But to their surprise, the guard from the courtyard caught the ball.

"What are you doing with that?" Jolyne asked.

"Miraschon asked me to catch it," the guard replied.

Jolyne was immobilized by Marilyn Manson, but she quickly revealed the baseball she had retrieved with Stone Free's strings. Marilyn Manson returned what it had taken and vanished.

With the bet still on, Jolyne and Antoe continued to toss the ball back and forth, delivering a thousand blows to Miraschon and putting her out of commission.

As Miraschon's memory and Stand DISCs ejected from her head, Jolyne, Ermes, and Antoe collected the money she owed them.

"That was a close one," Jolyne said with a sigh of relief.

"You can say that again," Antoe replied, grinning.

Officer Simon, Secretly known as Foo Fighters, found himself engaged in a conversation with a spy from the Speedwagon Foundation who had managed to infiltrate the prison. They were discussing the foundation's plan to bring in powerful individuals - Turles, Prince Vegeta, Broly, and Kakarot - from the outside to assist with Jin and Jolyne.

Observing the gravity of the situation, Simon remarked, "So, they're bringing in the big guns, huh?"

The spy nodded, his expression filled with concern. "Yes, and we need your help. We need you to pose as a guard and keep an eye on them, ensuring they don't cause any trouble."

Simon pondered the request, nodding thoughtfully. "I can do that. But what about the others? How will they blend in?"

The spy shrugged, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I'm not entirely sure. They might have to use disguises or some other method to maintain their cover."

Simon acknowledged the plan with another nod. "Alright, let me know when they're arriving, and I'll be prepared."

The spy visibly relaxed, expressing gratitude. "Thank you, Simon. Your assistance means a lot to us."

A smile graced Simon's face as he replied, "No problem at all. I'd do anything for Jolyne and the gang."

They bid farewell, each lost in their own thoughts about the impending transfer and the potential impact it could have on their incarcerated friends.

Finally, the day of the transfer arrived. Foo Fighters was already positioned within the prison, masquerading as one of the guards, fully prepared to assist the incoming group of fighters.

Anxiously awaiting their arrival, Simon couldn't help but wonder how Turles, Prince Vegeta, Broly, and Kakarot would blend in with the rest of the guards. He understood the immense power they possessed, but they needed to maintain the facade of ordinary guards to avoid raising suspicions.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching helicopters reached his ears. He swiftly made his way to the landing area, where he witnessed four figures gracefully descending from the aircraft. It was Turles, Prince Vegeta, Broly, and Kakarot.

Approaching them cautiously, Simon introduced himself as one of the guards. "Welcome to the prison," he greeted. "I hope you're ready to begin your duties."

Turles, wearing a sly smirk, responded, "Oh, we're more than ready. But first, we need to blend in like the other guards, correct?"

Simon nodded affirmatively. "That's correct. I've prepared your uniforms, and I'll guide you around the facility so you can familiarize yourselves with your new surroundings."

As they ventured through the prison, Simon shared crucial information about the current state of affairs concerning Jolyne and Jin, as well as the intricate plan for their rescue. The fighters listened attentively, asking questions and offering their insights.

Prince Vegeta, assuming a natural leadership role, spoke up, "We'll do whatever is necessary to assist. However, we'll also require a distraction to occupy the guards while we carry out the rescue."

Simon acknowledged the importance of their suggestion. "Understood. I'll inform the others accordingly. And if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to let me know."

The group dispersed, seamlessly blending into their new roles as guards. Simon watched them depart, feeling a sense of relief now that they were finally present to lend their aid. He recognized their immense skills and expertise, knowing that they presented a genuine chance for success. Yet, he also understood the arduous and perilous path that lay ahead of them all.