Odds was decidedly impatient today. Something told him he was being watched, but at this point he didn't care. There was a security camera almost everywhere you looked, so why did this one feel... different? He walked over to a guard standing outside his cell, and smirked. "You seem tense... I make a pretty good masseuse." He laughed. The guard wasn't amused. "Shut up, scumbag!" he growled.<br/><br/>Odds' smirk widened. "I don't think you meant that. I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>just a teenager!" he laughed again as the guard frowned. "Ah well, it doesn't matter anyways. You'll all be laughing soon enough!" and he went to sit down at the back of his cell, eyes closed, in a cross legged fashion. "Let's see what's missing..." he muttered to himself as an anaconda slithered over and ate the guard. "Ah, staffy dear, they didn't give you any trouble did they?" he asked the snake as he walked over and turned the weapon into a diamond ring, which he slipped onto a finger.<br/><br/>"I suppose he won't be laughing after all..." Odds cackled. "And now we play the waiting game!"