The horrifying person finally managed to overpower his own suit and lowered it to his waist, tying the sleeves like a belt. Then he wheezed and finally breathed without anything obstructing him. The sight was terrible to behold - his chest distended and blew up like a baloon, ribs spreading wide and skin between them stretching so hard that it pulsed in the rhytm with the heartbeat. Another groovy detail was lack of nipples or a bellybutton on the thin, almost skeletal torso - and the nauseating crunching sound that the guy's spine produced when he stretched a bit, slowly coming into full posession of his faculties and proving to be quite flexible in a very unsightly way. 
[color=ed1c24]"Oh, this is better."[/color] He spoke, now much louder and noticeably happier than before. [color=ed1c24]"Still hate the place though. Do you think they'll let me repaint the cell pink?"[/color] He inquired, then immediately wandering off to get himself a book from the study without really waiting for an answer. He picked the titles that were as close to recreational as it ever got in the lockup's library. Sci-fi especially roused him, he somehow remembered that.