When I first started working detention over 20 years ago, we had a Supervisor who would administer just two sheets of toilet paper to spankin' new admissions.
That was back in the 80s when new COs and counselors were beginning to be required required to have a minimum of an Associates Degree. Mr C was "grandfathered in", had just retired from the

Office a few years before and was looking for work out of boredom, appllied for a job and would become a Supervisor.
He was and still is a tall slender Black gent, not very tall who every day came to work dressed in a suit, top hat, gold chained watch (life existed by that watch to the second). This was simply unheard of. He was 62 in '85, though small was and still is as strong as an ox and wise as an owl. Coincidentally, and unbeknown to me at the time he knew my family for years and would over the next years influence me to handle crisis very calmly through a variety of mind games. It was a sacred sin for anyone to raise a hand or a voice to Mr C., and if you were assigned to his crew you never missed work or he'd guilt you into confessing everything you ever did wrong in your life.
Most kids arrested entered extremely upset. As we issue new admissions their proper clothing and attire he would give them their two sheets of toilet paper. The two sheets of TP became the new dilemma and thus ultimate distraction. When questioned he would give the kids thousands of options as to how to utilize the two sheets of TP. Kids would literally wait until their eyes popped before answering nature's call and it was custom for everyone to participate (especially veteran residents). When the call came, the proper issuance would then occur.
After, he would give the life lesson and explain that despite the events that transpired prior to lockup, their biggest crisis experienced the previous few hours was the two sheets of TP. Of course most delinquents come back, and if Mr C was working they asked for their 2 sheets of TP.
