Minho and Newt began walking around in complete boredom.
Thomas then showed up shouting.
"I love frypans pancakes! He just learned how to make them and just uggghhhh I wanna marry one."
"Tommy calm yo chiz, they are just made of the cow junk out back."
"Newts right, Thomas we shouldn't be eating those until he actually learns how to make them."
Thomas began to walk closer.
He was half way there when he fell.
"Son of a Griever!"
"Who put that rock there cause it wasn't there yesterday because I fell on the same one yesterday over by the maze door."
"Thomas chill! What are you dying?! There could've been grievers out there, so your lucky that there wasn't."
"Minho has got a point there Tommy."
"Gosh guys a bunch of girls come running in saving us from grievers and you go all wa wa cause they left?! That ridiculous."
"Hey Thomas if you wanna make fun of us then you can but if you do watch out for them rocks you hate cause when ur sleeping your bed might get surrounded."
"Oh and this time some girls won't be running to come and save you from falling."
"Yeah, what Minho said."
"Fine guys, but let's go look for a way out."
The troublesome three then went to get supplies.
They got shoes water and food.
Thomas talked nonstop during the gathering of supplies but they were gonna leave soon enough and then he would have to shut up.
Every since the girls game to the glade they decided to be careful what they talked about in the maze.
When they were ready to go they jogged into the maze.
They were gone for about two hours when they got hungry and stopped.
They were eating their sandwiches when they heard a faint noise.
It sounded almost like a song.
"Tarantulas, tarantulas. Everybody loves tarantulas."
"What the shuck is that."
"Oh gee Thomas, idk maybe another griever. only it's got a jukebox so we can jam out while its trying to strangle us."
"Hahaha Minho your just hilarious wanna tell me that one again."
The sarcasm in Thomas' voice was enough to get Minho to get up and head toward the noise.
Newt and Thomas then followed and they realized where the voices were coming from.
It was the group of seven girls.
They were singing about tarantulas and discussing the latest inside joke.
Something about carrots and train tracks.
When the trio heard that they stopped.
They stood there confused at what the group at said.
They crept closer until they saw them around the corner of the wall in front of them.
The dashed to the wall and looked around the edge.
The girls had graffitied the wall.
Where they got the spray paint? The boys could imagine where spray paint would be found around here.
Thomas and Minho sat arguing about where they got it and as they did so Newt crept away.
