P. Diddy sits in a dimly lit prison cell, his expression a mix of disbelief and resignation. Behind the cold steel bars, his cell is completely filled to the brim with enormous, oversized jars of baby oil, each one prominently labeled with bold, clear letters reading 'BABY OIL. ' The jars are stacked haphazardly, some spilling over onto the floor, creating a chaotic and absurd scene. P. Diddy, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, leans back on a small cot, surrounded by the towering stacks of jars. A single, flickering light bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting dramatic shadows across the scene. The atmosphere is both comical and surreal, with every detail—from the texture of the prison walls to the glossy sheen of the baby oil jars—rendered in hyper- realistic detail, capturing the bizarre and over- the- top nature of the situation <lora:DD:1>