A waist-high bathtub and a round disc serving as an alien toilet, also waist-high, were on one wall.
She was about to object when the disc beneath his feet levitated and launched them into the air.
The prisoner stepped into it, the disc soaring away once more.
He and Fred did not enjoy the same music so when both were home the five-disc machine usually contained two jazz selections for Dean, two country and western for Fred, and a pop group neither liked but both could tolerate.
He plugged in a Coltrane disc and then a Gerry Mulligan and laid back to commiserate with the perfect sound of it all while he closed his eyes and pretended he was happy.