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>Aver: Wet yourself to slip through the bars

You stand up straight and strip naked, looking up to the ceiling again. "You think I give a shit, Hank?! You think I give a shit about my life?! Well, spawn THIS," you say while pissing six-feet straight into the air.

[ Game Saved. ]

Drenched in unmentionables, you try to wiggle sideways through the bars with your now-slippery skin, but your body gets stuck halfway through. "Hm. This was a mistake. OBVIOUSLY my lower region would get in the way here. Hank, if you're watching, you can STILL eat shit."

Looks like you're gonna be stuck here for a while after all. You look up at the ceiling again and start mumbling an old tune.

"Um...Mr. Brady?" says the famliar voice of a woman. Looking over, you see that it's Casey holding a broom.

You chuckle. "I got my name written on my name tag, don't I?"

She grimaces slightly while looking away. "With all due respect Mr. B...Aver, you're not wearing your name tag. Or anything else for that matter."

You look down, then back to her. "Hm. Right. Forgot about that. Oh, I should probably ask, are you okay? That well-done steak with ketchup didn't do anything to you, did he?"

She walks towards you, still looking away. "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine. Thank you. For worrying about me, I mean. Even with your whole, uh, situation." She pauses for a bit, then looks at you. Well, she faces you with tightly closed eyes. "Look, as soon as I heard that he locked you up, I had to weasel away from him and help you out."

You crease the side of your lip a bit. "Awesome. You win two grand prizes from me: Why, and how. We're barely acquainted as co-workers, yeah? What's your motive here?"

She extends the broom handle towards you. "Um...I think you'd do the same for me."

You grip onto the end of it. "Bold assumption. VERY bold assumption. But I'll bite."

She starts tugging at the broom with all her might.

"Oh no no no this is a terrible idea--AUGH" you yelp as you're really feeling the burn down there. "This was a mistake."

She immediately drops the broom and ponders to the side. "Hmm...I'll figure something out." she exclaims as she runs back out of the prison room.

"Yeah, take your time. I'll just be here. Having a blast stuck between these bars. Without any pants. And a broom to keep me company." You sigh and continue humming your old tune which was rudely interrupted.

After a while, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. It might be Casey, having figured something out. Or not. If it isn't her, being stuck here probably isn't the best way to make a good first impression. Or a good position to defend yourself.

What do you do now?
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