"I once was in this very cell when I was, oh, about 15 years old. I kept something don't remembewr what it was in my mouth when they captured me and brought me here, to this very cell. I was more crafty then compared to now, but I cut or opened a hole in the ceiling and climbed out through a ventilation shaft to the hangar and made my escape in a TIE fighter."
He loked up at the ceiling then back to the floor where he placed the piece of duracrete. "They must have figured out where I escaped and reinforced it, so no one else could manage the same thing."