"Now's a perfect time to start then."
[4] - He's open for it. He actually hands you his nightstick, telling you to have at it. Is he seriously that stupid? Oh, well.
Stick fingers in throat, vomit on the floor. See what patterns emerge.
[4] - You see it. A series of images form in the rancid substance.
Numbers.
28.
168.
1.
7.
The images dissipate.
Supa jump onto a convient nearby airplane.
[2] - Oh, were it that easy. Remember that storm you conjured? All flights changed their course. You leap as high as you can. In midair, you are swept away by another strong burst of wind. You soar through the air. The landscape surrounds you. The open expanse. Freedom.
But you suddenly find yourself falling. You crash through the roof of the facility, landing...Right back in your cell.
If I can modify it further without making it worse, do so.
[6] - Hmm...
Hey, hey, everybodyWe've got something to sayThe economic system of capitalism by which our nation is run...
Darn. It's hard to sound intelligent while being concise.
Take the paper and pencil. Write an appeal for a parole hearing.
1 - You use your mastery of the law to write a beautiful appeal. But then, you look down at the paper and realize there are no words on the page.
Because the pen they gave you used disappearing ink.
3 hours of work down the drain, just like that.
Eat the spoons. May warden have mercy.
1 - You try to eat the spoons, but the guards stop you. They cuff you, pin you down. Apparently, whatever the warden was doing has been resolved. She is now on her way to your location. Be fearful of her wrath.
Aim and fire the poop-cat-cannon!
[5] - You manage to launch the fecal-coated feline so that it extinguishes the flaming hair of a nearby nurse.
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