END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

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[sabigoe]

[ Sonnets sound romantic and Fio has always been a fan of stories where the prince and princess fall in love and live happily ever after! Even if she knows that isn't really true for many people's lives in real life...

Assume Fio's suggestion gets relayed all the way down to Pratt's cell...

Fio will suggest "punch" because it sounds cool and powerful.

And, she will also request an explanation on what a "cheesy gordita crunch" is. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Oh punch is good. There's gotta be a way to work in a little bit of violence. That's how you work up an appetite.

He'll pass down the line that it's a delicious taco, with a second taco around it. And it's better than a double decker supreme because gordita tortillas are way better for "reasons".

Which clearly explains it all!]

[sabigoe]

[ That explains... nothing to her. She does not even know what a taco is.

So clearly, the question she passes down the hall is: "What is a taco? It sounds like a big sandwich!" ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

LET THE SANDWICH DISCOURSE BEGIN.

[A small break from composing his Taco Bell sonnet is a welcome reprieve. Hopefully he doesn't forget it all in this time.

Pratt will give whoever is passing this down a spirited and passionate spiel about the differences between sandwiches and wraps and that the presence of an adjoining tortilla hinge means it's not a sandwich in the same way a hot dog would be not a sandwich due to the contiguous bread.

Now folded over panini's are a grey area in the realm of Sandwich vs. Non-Sandwich.

This goes on for about 15 minutes before he finally answers the question with: Kinda.]

[sabigoe]

[ "Kinda" still doesn't help in explaining anything. Were there any tacos in the buffet and she didn't realize they were called "tacos"? Oh, well. It's fine that she doesn't fully understand right now. Because when they're free, she can figure out what it is. A hopeful, cheery message from Fio is passed back up:

"When we get outta here, I want a cheesy gordita crunch!" ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt passes up and down the cellblock that is is absolutely IMPERATIVE that they get Fio some Taco Bell. This is his mission now. ]