I waited two minutes for Jenkins's laughter to stop. And even after that generous amount of time, he continued to laugh. Holding his gut, tilting his head back. One might of thought that I'd said the joke of the century. Instead, I sat there my arms folded against my chest, watching his embarrassing outburst.

Finally, Jenkins began to wheeze instead of laugh and I said, "Are you done yet?"

"Not nearly but my lungs definitely do need a quick break." Jenkins took a long drink from his metal cup.

"Do you think it's funny too, Marvin?" I asked Marvin blandly.

"Not so much funny... More so... Insensitive," Marvin responded rather nicely.

I sighed and stood up, wiping the dirt from my hands onto my pants. "Suit yourself," I said, then walked away with my hands laced behind my back. I continued to walk with my chin held high until I reached someone. Seven.

He lay on the ground, using his uninjured arm as a pillow under his head. His other arm was wrapped in bandages and resting on his stomach, unmoving. When my shadow covered the sun from his face, he twitched one eye open, annoyed.

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When Seven saw me, he grunted. "What?" He demanded.

I continued to stare at him.

"Spit it out already! What do you want, Stick?" Seven asked, finally sitting up to glare at me.

My lip twitched into a small smile and I walked away from Seven without uttering a single word. Those who had heard Seven's outburst glanced in our direction and saw me walking away proudly. Marvin and Jenkins had caught the one sided conversation between Seven and I and were walking a few steps behind me, confused. I paid no heed to them. Instead, I walked over to the tall stone wall that surrounded the prison.

At this point, I had a big enough crowd watching me as I rubbed my hands together and put them against the smooth stone wall. Taking one, deep breath, I reached my hands up into a crack and began to climb. It should have been possible. Especially for someone like me who was as thin as a twig (hence the name). And yet, the inmates watched as I skillfully scaled the wall.

At the top of the wall, there were barbed wires. When I was reaching that point, there was lots of shouting and anger. The prisoners were cheering my on and laughing at my stupidity while also blocking the officers from trying to follow me up there. One of them pulled out a tazer but it was quickly stolen by now of the faster inmates. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Seven giving me a nod. Smirking, I finally reached up to where the electrified barbed wire hung, and brought myself onto.

The inmates went suddenly quiet, waiting to see me keel over and fall off the wall, dead. That didn't happen.

Instead, I stood on top of the barbed wire and spread my hands wide. My little ruse, though short lived, was over. With one exaggerated bow, I jumped off the wall on the other side and was a free man.