<em>Shhhhhhh</em>-<strong>Klunk!</strong><br/><br/>"Ugh. I dunno. I mean, if there was the tiniest crack or opening, I'd be able to bust free, but this thing's solid. Where they managed to get it so quickly, I haven't the foggiest." Spoke Humour's muffled voice from inside the sliding vat. "We gotta think of something. I mean, we're freaking supervillains! Escaping capture is a vital part of our careers!"<br/><br/><em>Shhhhhhh</em>-<strong>Klunk!</strong><br/><br/>"There's gotta be something that- Hey... wait a minute!" From the recesses of Humour's gooey body rose a dark object. He pushed it out of his form until it clattered against the side of the plastic vat.<br/><br/>"My comm-link! Faithful ol' Dr. Destruction designed it to avoid sensors, and I guess the Fins were too grossed out to go slushing through me looking for contraband! Heh, idiots, Dr. Bright would have-" He suddenly stopped speaking as a wellspring of uncomfortable emotions and memories rose from the back of his mind.<br/><br/>The goo quivered, then returned to a gurgling analysis. "But I don't know anyone who could bust us out of this mess. I worked solo. Is there anything we can do with it?"