"Get me the hell out of here! Get me out!! Just get me out!!!"
I keep banging on the iron gate where I have been locked up after we were caught trying to escape.
The plan Jerry and I made was that he would distract the receptionist by trying to ask her out while I slipped out of the reception area.
Jerry, on reaching the reception area, seemed to have lost his mind because he ended up having an argument with the lady. If I had taken a second to eavesdrop on that conversation, maybe I would have realized that it was an argument they were having.
Instead, I zoomed into the reception area and towards the exit just like we had planned. The receptionist jabbed the emergency alarm, alerting others to my escape plan. I was caught and locked up in the asylum without them waiting to hear me out.
So here I am, screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping that someone would hear me and take pity on me.
