Foaly thanks you all for helping him make an escape plan. Especially anythinggirl2004, Wottabout, athleticsrulz, Identitycrisis, and The Dark Empress of Eternity. Now, I've put together the first letters of your pen names to create a codename for the plan. Codename AWAIT. XD Well, that was a lucky combination of letters. If by chance you don't see any mention of your part of the plan here, it's because I'll be including the rest in the next chapter. The execution of the plan is chronicled in two chapters. Meaning I have a sort-of cliffie. Here goes the story. Anger Management, Holograms, and Death Threats. Whee!

Special Message to OtakuNekoGirl (also known as the inspiration for Katrina's character): You're crrr… crr… crrr… cra…

For some reason, I can't finish that sentence. Because this is my reaction to something she said that left me in a state of shock and trauma. Sorry, but you have the weirdest taste. That was proved by your Hao-obsession. Anyway, she's crazy. But somehow, I can't finish the sentence—You're crr…

-whacks self on head-

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"Ehhh… Maria? What are you doing?" Foaly asked cautiously. They heard typing and writing over the microphone, complete with muttered obscenities and occasionally the words "He must die".

"Don't call me Maria!" she snapped.

Root almost smiled there. Evil as she was, he had one thing in common with her. Hating to be called their proper first names.

"Um, okay, Ria."

"Writing a death threat," Ria said calmly. "To my therapist."

"Ahh… right." Foaly said slowly, backing away from the place where the sound was coming from.

"So I'll just be leaving you there," she continued, "While I mail this to my therapist."

She promptly turned off the mike, leaving Foaly to discuss the escape plan.

"Well, discussing it with Artemis, we have come up with the following escape plan," Foaly said. "Now that we have confirmed the mental instability of Ria, we plan to use this to our advantage."

"Since Ria has been known to shrink rooms when she's mad, we plan to upset her again," Artemis continued.

"So that she can shrink the room and turn us all into pancakes," Mulch continued sarcastically. "Great plan, Mud Boy."

Artemis ignored Mulch, and explained. "Since we only have one shot at this, we plan to make her shrink the room just enough for a person to climb up the walls."

"And how do you know that she won't shrink the walls enough to make us pancakes?"

Artemis hesitated. "We don't know."

"Anyway, on my signal, sing that song that she hates." Foaly said. "Then hopefully, she'll get mad enough to shrink the room."

Five minutes later, Ria returned, with Katrina. Katrina had apparently stopped Ria from mailing the letter, and Ria was getting mad.

"I told you, I left no evidence," Ria protested. "He'll never know it was me!"

"But, remember, your therapist said not to send threatening letters anymore! He says that you can't mange your feelings properly, and that—"

"Blah, blah, blah. I don't care what that old idiot says," Ria said, cutting off the rant. "I manage them properly!"

"You call sending death threats managing emotions properly?" Katrina retorted.

"Well, a death threat was the only way to handle that stupid—"

"NOW!" Foaly shouted, interrupting Ria's comeback.

"How do you solve a problem like Maria," they all sang weakly.

"You call that singing? You'll never annoy her that way! Just think of a potato-free meal," Foaly encouraged.

"HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE MARIA!" they shouted, thinking of potato-free meals.

If they had been able to see Ria, they would have noticed that one of her eyes was twitching and she was about to break whatever it was she was holding.

About thirty seconds into the song, Ria snapped. She let out a high-pitched noise that could have been a scream, but sounded more like a whistle. And, as expected, the walls began to close in.

"Go," Foaly whispered, letting Mulch and Butler climb the walls. This was part of their plan. Butler if they needed some brute force, and Mulch if they needed to open a few locks.

It was easy for Mulch. All he had to do was climb the wall, using the pores in his skin. But for Butler, it wasn't that easy. You try walking sideways up a wall.

While they were attempting to escape, it seemed like the two of their captors were fighting over whether or not to stop the walls.

"Stop it, Ria! Remember, anger management issues."

"I don't care about freaking anger management issues. I'm shrinking the room."

"NO—Ria! Remember what your therapist said! When you get mad, other people may get hurt, so you must control your anger in ways that—" she suddenly stopped, and tried another tack. "This is not good! I'm stopping that wall from shrinking."

"Don't you dare," Ria shrieked, and they heard the thud of someone falling to the floor. After a bit of yelling, and some very painful sounding noises, the room gave a shudder, and the walls quickly stopped. And just in time, too. A few more seconds and they'd all have been pancakes.

Mulch and Butler had both reached the top, and poked through it to find…

"A hologram." Butler stuck a hand through the ceiling, only to find that there really was no ceiling in the first place.

"So… through the ceiling, then," Mulch said.

They went through the ceiling, only to find…

"A room full of potatoes," Mulch remarked. "Oh, great, more potatoes."

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I, Ona the Crazy One, have decided to leave you a cliffie. Well, not really a cliffie. Well, you know, something along those lines. Now I go have to torture Mariel (hao-addict) to either change the character in her fanfic or turn it into one where Hao dies. –goes off muttering about Mariel's fanfic-

DIE, HAO, DIE!

ona