The Linguistics Correctional Facility would house a few o' us, fer sure, but the pack leader on the cellblock at the Punctuation Prison would come by way o' Worcester, Massachusetts.
If'n it were me in there, I sure as dickens wouldn't get caught in the showers alongside the Crafty Comma (who gets dis-respected n' ignored regularly), Bastardly Bracket, Sinister Semicolon, or the Evil Ellipsis. From the look in the eye o' that Dastardly Dash, over yonder in the corner, someone's danglin' participle might just be in danger.
Edit to add: Are we just thumbin' our collective noses at #51,933 which, honestly, was the last valid play? Padre? Scanman? Ed??? Ok, then. I won't tell him, if'n y'all don't. Let's just see what happens.