"Excuse me, Mr. Guard sir," I called out to one of the guards.

"What?" one of them said from under their helmet.

"Can I-" I stopped, just realizing what happened. "Wait! You finally talked!"

"Is that all?" the same guard asked.

"Nope! That, and can I have a spoon?" I asked.

The guards didn't seem to know what to make out of this. "Why do you need a spoon?"

"So I can be prepared for when food is going to be served here," I lied, fidgeting with my thumbs. "I forgot to bring my own spoon."

One of the guards mumbled something and went out of the room. A few minutes later, they came back and threw the spoon inside our cell. "There you go. Ask any more questions, and we will kick you out."

"Ooh, thank you," I said, picking up the plastic spoon.

"What's the spoon for?" Trivia asked, doing her makeup.

I looked around, then leaned in to Pay and Trivia to whisper, "I'm going to use it to dig a hole . Then, the three of us can escape from the hole."

Trivia snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that."

And with that happy note, I got started.

***

I continued to try and break the window... with a spoon.

First, I tried digging up the ground. That didn't work. None of the rocks would move. I think they were loyal to the Defendants and wouldn't allow us to escape. I honestly think they're people-pleasers. So, I moved on to the window, which was much easier to stab.

"Something's going to break soon," Pay muttered, as he tried to pick the lock. Considering how quiet the room was (other than the fact that I was attacking the window) everyone heard him. "The window, or my sanity."

"Isn't that the point," Trivia loosely replied, with her makeup routine already done. It was like a reflex of hers to sass back to almost every sentence.

"Ooh, bones!" An idea popped up, and I stopped stabbing the window with my plastic spoon. "You know, like bones breaking... from your anger..."

Everyone just stared at me.

"Hey, I was just stating a possibility," I justified.

"Which no one asked for, thank you very much," Trivia added.

Shrugging, I went back to breaking her window.

Almost an hour or so had passed. No one had a watch, and there was no clock to tell. So, I tried to look at the lab next to our cell, Lab Z-41, trying to find a clock. There was none.

"Seriously people!" I threw my hands up, still holding my plastic spoon with my right. "Does no one keep a watch?"

"We do," one of the guards replied. I think both the guards stopped turning into statues and started to embrace they're human genes. "Except you guys are prisoners. You don't need them."

"Yes we do," I replied. "How will we know what time to go to bed? Or take a bath? Or even order food from our local pizza place?"

The guard didn't answer. I was used to that, being ignored, since I was annoying to some people. My attention turned back to digging a way out of the most boring prison cell I've ever been in.

I tried to jam the spon at the window again. But this time, something actually broke! It wasn't the window. It was the spoon.

I picked up the plastic spoon, which was now snapped in half. I went toward the iron bars again, where Pay was still picking at the lock.

"Excuse me guard people," I called out. No answer, but I didn't wait for one. "Can I have another spoon? This one broke."

The guard simply replied with "No."

"Why?"

"Not our fault you broke the spoon," the other guard replied.

I looked at the sharp spoon. My finger went towards the point of it, and I touched it as light as I could. It was sharp, kind of like my daggers. It didn't stab my skin, but I could still tell it was weapon-sharp.

Wait... weapons! All our other weapons were confiscated, but...

"Oh, okay," I happily replied, an idea forming. "Thank you!"

Then I turned and walked back, deeper into the cell, and plopped down.

"Why are you thanking them? Have you lost your mind?" Trivia hissed.

"Implying you haven't, already," Pay added, finally taking a break from picking the lock. He stood up to stretch, and cracked his knuckles as well, before sitting down.

I showed them the broken spoon. "They just gave me weapons."

Realization hit Trivia and Pay. Trivia let out a slow smile.

"Look at that, Target being useful and helpful for the first time," Trivia said. But even as she said it, there was no sass or sarcasm in her voice. I think she broke a world record!

"Does that mean I can have a role in your strategy to escape?" I asked, excitedly. "Doing nothing in your strategic theory will be boring."

"My what?" Trivia asked, confused.

"Your P-L-A-N," I spelled out.

Lemonhead blankly responded with a "No."

I turned to the guards, still keeping my voice low, and moved on from that topic. "I think this could pin them both down when we escape. We could stall them for a few seconds, but it won't keep them from escaping it."

Trivia gave a nod and turned to Pay. "You heard the lady. Continue picking the lock."

Pay held up the bobby pin. It was all bent in weird angles. "Can't. Tried everything with this." He threw it back to Trivia, who was glaring at him.

"You're joining to have to pay for that," she told him.

"Well, that is his name," I pointed out. Lemonhead just glared at me.

I looked at the broken spoon. It was snapped in the middle, where the spoon-part and the handle were. The end of the broken handle was all sharp and jagged from where the scoping-part broke. I looked at that point, then the lock, and back at the broken spoon.

Slowly, another idea came to mind.

Doing the most logical thing, I threw the spoon. It whizzed past Pay's ear and landed on one of the thick prison bars, right in the middle. Both Trivia and Pay stopped arguing and looked over at the spoon handle I threw.

"There," I said, pointing at the spoon. "Try to pick the lock with that."

Pay studied the spoon. "Sure, could work. But that could break easily."

"Which means we'll get more free weapons from the guards!" I cheered.

Pay raised an eyebrow, but took the spoon handle. Then he started to pick the lock.

Maybe I'm not as dumb as everyone says I am.

~~~

A/N:

This is one of my favorite chapter in this book. Actually, no, this is my favorite chapter in this book.

From this towards the end, comes a lot of action. At least, I'm 88 percent sure.

Who knew a plastic spoon is the answer to all our problems?

Have an amazing day/night!