| Cinnamon: | How could it end like this? Caged! In a prison! A prison of eternal punishment and horror, threatening to wear me down and forever shatter my sanity! I can't take it anymore! Won't somebody release me from this never-ending pain? |
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| Dyllis: | We've been in here for three minutes... |
| Cinnamon: | It felt like four. |
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| Cinnamon: | But we still gotta find a way out of here. Maybe if you could smuggle me a spoon into this cell... |
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| Cinnamon: | ...then I could use all that ancient knowledge of cutlery that I conveniently happen to possess to cause it to resonate against the iron bars at just the right pitch and frequency... |
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| Cinnamon: | ...to shatter the prison walls as from a violent, spoony explosion! Hah, it's absolutely brilliant! Freedom, here we come! |
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| Cinnamon: | Or this
could happen, of course. |
| ???: | Come with
me if you want to live. |