“Awww, don't be like that. It was because of you I am now free a few days ahead of schedule!” He pulled out a stopwatch, clicked the top of it, and showed it to me. It was suddenly a digital clock with the word ‘now’ on it. “See? I was supposed to be out by the time season 2 came around, but I guess this is still season 1.5 or something like that. So congratulations!” He waited until I was done puking and grabbed the plastic bag from my muzzle, lifting it upside down over my head. Now, it's sprawling confetti over my head.