My dad was a guard for over 30 years and he always warned that they were gonna be the ones to slit our throats.
Every year the guards had to deal with “Ramariot”.
They’d go crazy, attack the guards and the guards could hardly respond due to the “civil rights” jerks interfering.
One year, they cut my dad’s best friend’s throat, ear to ear.
He lived.
Another year, one kicked a Beagle pup another guard had brought in for dad and he had to sit there on duty, watching it slowly die.
Some other inmates dealt with the kicker.
He...well.
Never mind.
In this case, the surname sure matched!