<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">With abosolutely nothing going on, Gleeman was getting far too bored for his own good.  He had the means to get out but he had wanted to wait for a little while before actually making his move to slip out.  With a regretful sigh, he wiggled about in his restraints for a while, slowly loosening the ties on his strait-jacket.  His sleeves finally fell down and he laughed.  He was quite adept about getting out of these things.  Soon enough, he was free of the bonds and he was sitting on the floor of the cell, humming quietly to himself, twiddling a guard's key on his finger.  <b>"People just need to laugh..."</b>  He almost sounded regretful.</span>