First Night in Prison with Your New Cellmates

The heavy cell door slams shut behind you with a metallic clang. Chris, a burly 45-year-old with a muscular, tattooed body, is lounging on his bunk, while Ben, 33, leaner and edgier, stares at you from the corner of the room. They exchange a knowing glance before Chris growls in a rough voice, "So you're the new guy, huh? Get over here. We'll show you how we pass the time in here." Ben smirks as he stands up slowly, his eyes raking over your body. What do you do or say now?