Authors Note: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry about the lack of updates. I felt like my brain was farting. ...And like my nose was exploding in slow motion...or something... I needed a break... I'm writing this chapter to prove I'm not dead. NOBODY KILLED MEH, OKAY?

Chapter Five: Anger Issues and Fox Songs

Once HitTheTarget had begun crying, Stampy and the others were "escorted" out of the room. Now, when I say "escorted", I really mean "yelled at by HitTheTarget until Fiona demanded that they leave". Dan was happy to leave, wishing he had never left Dr. Trayaurus' Lab. It was the entire opposite for Squid, who actually wanted to stay and correct Target's grammar.

Squid you little devil.

Stampy didn't like it very much how the way his face slammed against the ground when he was pushed over. As he lifted his head, he turned to see Ash rubbing his bruised head. He didn't seem to enjoy it either, for he said, "Are you kidding me!?" quiet loudly.

This next room they were in was smaller than before, and was very stone brick-ish. The walls were that of a stronghold, with old stone brick walls and iron bar cells, which sent an unnerving down Stampy's spine. He knew what was going on even before Fiona said it.

"Welcome to your 'sleeping quarters'," she said with a sinister grin on her face, which then turned to turned to a look of evil as she added, "We managed to find you some roommates."

She pointed across the room to another batch of cells, but these weren't empty. Sticking their hands through the cell bars, with looks of fear, were MCClimax, LionMaker, SuperChache39 and ibxtoycat.

"You've kidnapped other YouTubers!?" Sqaishey sounded more angry than frightened.

Fiona wasn't listening. She had sat down at a stone bench and seemed to be texting on her MinePhone.

Amy's eyes brightened. She whispered into Stampy's ears, "Here is our chance to run, Stampy."

But Fiona's ears pricked and she looked up from her phone. "You think so?"

Stampy was very annoyed. As he was going to speak, Dan stood up.

"So, are we just going to stand around here all day?" he asked.

"Be patent!" Fiona snapped.

"Whatever the fox says." Dan said casually as he turned his back Fiona.

Then the pilot appeared. "WHAT DOES DA FOX SAY? UNCY UNCY UNCY UNC-" he sang.

"Help us out!" Squid pleaded.

"NO!" the pilot shouted. "DON'T INTERRUPT A GUY WHILE HE SINGS A SONG THAT HE'S ONLY EVER HEARD THE MINECRAFT PARODY VERSION OF!"

Stampy tilted his head. "Why are you speaking in all caps...?"

"WHY? WHY CAN'T I TALK IN ALL CAPS? IT'S A FREE COUNTRY! I CAN TALK HOWEVER I WANT! HECK, I'M THE BLEAKING AUTHOR, FOR THE LOVE OF SILLY SAUSAGES! I CAN TALK IN all lowercase AND MIXMYWORDSTOGETHERSOTHEY'REHARDTOUNDERSTAND! Je peux parler en français si je veux! I CA ! I CAN...Wait, how do you know I'm talking in caps? You're inside the story itself. That's not scientifically possible..." he rubbed his chin. "Meh, whatevah." he shrugged and disappeared into a cloud of Star Wars action figures.

Fiona, who was watching the entire time with a smug grin on her face, stood up and 'kindly escorted' Stampy and the others into their cages by threatening to blow their heads to oblivion with her rocket launcher if they didn't.

Still fazed by the pilot, Squid face-planted onto the prison floor as soon as he set foot in, causing a large pileup of cats, squids, bears, cheese, et cetera.

Fiona closed the jail door and smiled. "Sweet dreams."