"Imageen using a randomizing numbpad," Zilla muttered as he lumbered to the door that separated prison life and freedom. It was grilled except for a tiny spot where a touchscreen numpad resided. Zilla screamed and struck at the frame of the door until a noticeable dent formed, then he tried sticking the bar into it to leverage out the door. The dent grew larger and larger but the door did not budge. "Humbaggas!" cried a frustrated Zilla, "why ded I alert them here?", when he heard mumbling on the other side of the door, followed by a click, which Zilla presumed to be the other lock opposite the door. He looked around. No security cameras in front of the main door was an interesting sight. He waited for approximately 15 minutes to dispel possible armed guards, then pried at the door again. Unexpectedly, it swung open freely, but alarms blared and whaled. Zilla hurried through the open doorway, when suddenly:

BZZT

BZZZT

BZZZZT

Zilla fell on the floor, with three blisters sizzling on his skin. A security guard, armed with a taser rifle, hurried through the corridor to sound the master alarm, and Zilla was hauled away by other nonspecialized guards.