Flora: Maddie, how did you get out of the brig? And why did you knock over my breakfast?
Trace: Gah! All my hard work! Ruined!
Madelyn: I’m sorry! I was just so hungry. I haven’t eaten in a long time.
Flora: Aw, it’s okay. Let’s get you back and then I’ll send food down.
Madelyn: No, wait!
Madelyn: Please, don’t send me back to jail! It’s dark, and wet, and cold!
Flora: I’m sorry, Maddie, but that’s not really up to me right now. I’ll talk to Eric about it.
Madelyn: No, not him! He’s the one that was so mean to me after you left.
Trace: Huh? Eric? What did he do? …Breakfast Wrecker.
Madelyn: He… he said I would never be let out of my cell, unless… well…
Madelyn: He said something about paintings, and me taking off my clothes. And then he made weird hand gestures, like… this!
Flora: He did WHAT?!
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