WOOT! I'm free. I've escaped the clutches of the government and I'm posting this from a McDonalds on the highway. Not really sure which highway. I guess even if I did I shouldn't tip off the feds.
The escape was grulling. After learning of Mortimers death I was sent a new pigeion named Bianca from the P.F.L.J. opr something. They had those letters rearanged at least 13 differnt ways on the not attatched to Bianca's leg.
What was also attatched was a detailed map of the interworkings of the sewage system at the location I was being kept. They gave instructions on how I could turn my meal ratoins into an acidic element capable of eating through stone walls of my cell, leading to a supply closet where I would find all the items to help me sneak past the gaurds on the way to the septic tank.
The plan was to go to the tourture viewing of I ce Age 2, waitr until all the gaurds were asleep, climb into the ventalation system and wiggle down to sector B where it was just a leisurly walk to the tank.
I said "screw all this shit" and i opened my window and used my jet pack. Ran tou of fuel about an hour ago.
I see Smith has been updating the comic. Not bad stuff actully but I shall retake my crappy movie throne in no time. Viva la revoloution!