The Typical Insanity

S O O N W E ' LL A LL BE P U S H I N G D A IS IES

"I'm getting us out of here."

Nikkie looks up briefly from her nails but goes back to filing them.

Sandy doesn't even bother. Barry and Logan try to play Battleship.

"Why aren't you guys getting fired up or, or, anything?!"

"Because it's an impossible idea dude. Trying to escape out of Cobalt Hills is like trying to staple water to concrete, not physically possible." Sandy says as she flips a page of her Japanese comic. Where are all these things coming from?

"Aren't you guys sick of being here? Of having to suffer that abomination of a Doctor?!"

"Because you learn to get used to it, Nemo." Nikkie says as she pulls out a small bottle of light pink nail polish.

"Where are you guys getting these things from? I can't even get my hands out of this jacket and you guys are pulling stuff out like it's a magician's hat!"

Everyone shrugs nonchalantly. "Where do you think, Moe? Mail room, duh." She flips another page.

"Anyone ever thought that we could use the mail room as an escape plan?"

"Well yeah," flips page. "No one's got any other genius idea to add on to that escape plan."

Clem, wait no, Nikkie gets up, blowing at her nails and wraps her arms around my neck. "C'mon babe, can we just stop with this escape plan crap and do something fun?"

"But this could be fun too."

"What I want is another type of fun that involves either one of our cells."

Sandy flips another page. "Get a room, you two nymphos. Some of us are trying to do something useful, like finding out whether Kazuto can save Asuna."

"Wha-wha-what are y-you blabbering ab-ab-ab-about this time Sandy?" Sometimes I forget why Logan's in here. Poor guy's stuck with a bunch of psychos.

"Guys! Can we focus on what's important here?"

"Manga?"

"The two of us under the sheets?"

"Yahtzee!"

"B-b-b-breaking out?"

"Yes, thank you Logan, breaking out." I say, eyeing Nikkie. "And how are we doing it?"

"Hit the nurses with bricks!"

"That would work Barry, if only we had bricks. Wait, other than the mail room and the main entrance, is there any other exit in this place?"

Sandy puts her book down finally and sighs. "There's a back entrance for the orderlies. But it's seriously heavily guarded."

"That's what I'm counting on."

"Look, whatever plan you have, there's an 89 percent chance that it's impossible. We're on a hill, in the middle of nowhere, what if you do bust out, what then?"

"We'll figure it out, improvise it. C'mon Sandy, either way regardless of whether we die trying or not this place will be our deathbed. Don't you want to make at least a fight for your life?"

"Ugh, you sound like a lamer Martin Luther King Jr. but eh, what the hell, why not?"

"Awesome! Now the next thing we need are some more people and-"

"More actual planning?"

"No, psshh, I have a plan, a good one at that."

"Care to share it, mate?"