To pass the time, I will now begin tallying my days here in jail by making hash marks on the wall. I have not been reading the timestamps of my Blobby Log, but I shall assume I have been imprisoned for at least 700 days thus far. Time to start scratching 700 lines into…
Sausage Cadet: You still down here, Loopy Larry?
PF: Dear man, I have told you before, that is not my proper name!
Sausage Cadet: Whatever you say, Larry.
PF: Good sir! I have a mind to chew through these tantalizing bars and let loose what for!
Sausage Cadet: Oh please don’t be difficult, Loopy Larry – I am having a real bad day…
PF: Is that so? Do you hear that, Blobby, an invitation for emotional bonding! I shall manipulate this poor fellow’s feelings in order to acquire my freedom from this penal kielbasa torment!
Sausage Cadet: What’s that?
PF: Nothing, nothing, my good man. Please, tell me of your bad day. Open up to old Loopy Larry, I will not exploit your feelings!
Sausage Cadet: Whatever. I’m just stressed because the Hot Dog King has been yelling at me all week.
PF: You poor thing! Why is your King so enraged? Were you indolent?
Sausage Cadet: He’s always mad since he lost his crown. That crown was the only thing he ever loved…
PF: Goodness! Well you must allow me to speak with your King! Why, I am an Expert Discoverist! I could Discover your King’s crown in a jiffy! With all my Discovery skills! That I have! Let me out!
Sausage Cadet: I don’t know man…
?: Let him try, Sausage Cadet! He is clearly intensely harmless.
PF: Who is that?
Sausage Cadet: Yes, ma’am! All right, Larry, let’s go. We’ll see if you can really discover this crown…
PF: O sweet freedom!