"Shut up man, just do as I do and you'll be fine." Jim stands up and helps Ross up from the floor.
"Holy crap, that thing pounded me. Is that today's challenge?" Ross rubs his chest.
"Dammit, shut up." Jim drops the floor again and Ross does the same as now does the rest of the room. Two baseballs fires from one of the machine and zips across the room. "Stop talking." Jim motions to Ross "You didn't hear what was said, you have to try and figure out what you missed, I can't help you." as they all get up from the ground.
"Others are talking." Ross looks around "Do the baseballs fire every time only I speak?"
"Ugh!" Jim screams out and drops to the floor again, Ross confused, drops with him, the ball fires and the two, along with the rest of the room get up. The others give Ross a dirty look and go back about their business. "Ross." Jim says. "Please note that as I speak today the punctuation at the end of my sentence will never end with a symbol that Edward Nigma wears on his clothing."
"Edward Nigma? The Riddler?" Ross looks at Jim but sees the aggravated look on his face as he drops back down. Two baseballs fire across, one strikes one of the others and sends them to the ground. Ross on the floor while looking at Jim has an epiphany. "Ohhhh, on his clothes, a question mark, the Riddler wears question marks, we can't ask any questions."
"Dammit!" Jim drops the floor.
"That wasn't a question, what rule did I break?" Ross pauses and is stuck in the shoulder from behind by one of the three baseballs that are fired across the room. "Aaarrrghh, damn!"
Jim stands up, "You should not discuss certain matters, it would be imprudent."
"I understand" Ross looks around choosing his words carefully. "We once had a torture of hanging from a ceiling, talking about the torture..." he pauses. "Of that day would..."he pauses again. "make things bad." He raises his eyebrows and smirks as he rubs his arm.
"Yes, if you were to talk about the torture..." Jim pauses. "Of that day where we hung.."he pauses again. "You might get hit..." pause "by me."
"Understood, I would love to quiz you on that subject, but I'm afraid any type of gathering of information from you on the subject or possibly any subject, will find me being struck....by you." Ross does the double raise of the eyebrows.
"While you are an idiot, you are correct in this matter, congratulations." Jim punches his arm where the ball hit him.
"OW! What'd you do that for?! Oh dammit." Ross dives to the floor as does Jim and another ball is fired off.
"I once stayed on the floor of my bedroom for the entire day! Wink Wink, nudge nudge." Ross says as he gets up.
"That's stupid, if you were to lie on your floor all day your clothes would get dirty. You can't do that." Jim replies. "Now please shut up for a bit, this conversation is giving me a headache."
The two of them walk around in circles, pacing around the room, its a good hour before anything is said.
"I see Anne is talking with Liz, and I heard a bit of the conversation the two of you were having." Jim looks at him with eyes of 'whats going on' without really saying it.
"Yeah, I guess I'm just tired of it all, being in the friend zone, being treated like I'm good enough when someone else isn't paying her attention, and I can't do it any more in this room, I'm tortured enough in this room on a daily basis, I don't need that too." he never looks up, its hard for him to take this stance, especially since he's been questioning it every second since he let the words leave his lips.
"I know what you mean, its why I've avoided any type of anything with any members of the opposite sex while in here, far too complicated."
"Hey guys." Oliver approaches the two men. "What's going on, I see the big guy here figured out what to say and what not to say. You shoulda been paying attention."
"Dude, shut up." Ross turns away from him in his walk and continues his discussion with Jim. "She has a boy friend, a fiance' or whatever, I'm not sure what I was thinking."
"Its been a long 45 days in this place, that's what you were thinking, having a young hottie like her at your side just made the time pass a bit better." Oliver wiggles his way in between the two.
"Dude, seriously, mind your own business, you don't know me." Ross tries to quick step ahead of him.
"What're you talking about I don't know you, you're Ross, the big man with the big heart, taking risks for everyone making, being strong, Daniels right hand man. You think the rest of this room hasn't been watching you guys, your little reality show melodrama has kept a lot of us sane and taken our minds off the fact that the government is torturing 100 of its own citizens on a daily basis." Oliver jogs ahead of them and spins around to face them and walks backwards as he talks. "Daniel is this angry guy, who's like you know the hero because he's fighting against Cipher, and traded his tag and all that stuff." Oliver pokes Ross in the chest. "Your like his big side kick, his Little John, kinda."
"First, don't poke me. Second, I'm not Daniels sidekick, we're friends." Ross puts his hand on Oliver's shoulder and pushes him to the side.
"Could have been worse, he could have said you were like Daniels 'Robin'. Little John was pretty cool." Jim nudges him.
"Yeah, I know. I'm not saying I don't like the reference, I just don't care for the connotation." He smirks and nudges him back.
"Hey!" Liz walks over. "Hey..."she pauses as if her words were taken. "I would like to ask you what your problem is or other types of things like if you're not smart, or just cruel. I was thinking about stating where you get off, or why you would do something like that." she struggles more with trying to filter her anger in a way that isn't a question. "She likes you, and you treated her like that, because it wasn't what you were hoping for..." she tries not to trail that sentence off with a questioning tone.
"Liz, its not that, its just, I don't want to talk about it today, not today." Ross turns away from her only to find Anne standing behind him.
"What is wrong with you?!" She screams. "Why would you talk to me that way after everything we've been through?! Are you seriously that selfish? That cruel?!"
"Anne! Stop!" Liz and Jim grab her arms and try and pull her away from Ross and get her to the floor.
"Why?! Why did you do this?! We still have time here and you decided to ruin it! Why couldn't you just keep things the way they are?!"
"Anne! Stop!" Liz shouts out again as the whirl of the machines begin and everyone else hits the floor.
The machines fire and a slew of baseballs come flying from their ports. Rocketing across the room missing most everyone else as they dodge and fall. Without hesitation, Ross grabs Anne and pulls her in close and spins her away from the onslaught of projectiles heading her way. He's pelted one after the other, his back, his neck and finally the back of his leg sends the big man to the floor with Anne tucked in his protective shell. They hit the floor and he falls to the side, his head rattling he still has the sense to not crush her as they land.
"Ross!" Jim runs over and tries to look him in the eye, but his eyes are everywhere. "Ross you okay?"
"I can't see anything." he mumbles and groans.
"Ross, you shouldn't have done that." Anne puts his hand on his chest.
"Now she doesn't form it into a question." Ross tries to roll over, blinking trying to regain his vision he can't seem to get his balance to sit up.
"You shouldn't have done that, I thought you left me." Anne touches his face.
"Yeah I thought I could leave..." he starts but before he can finish several of the P90s are standing above him, they grab him by the arms and begin to drag him across the floor.
"Stop! Where are you taking him?! Stop, stop this please!" Anne drops to her knees as several of the other P90s block her path and point their guns in her face.
Liz and Jim come to her side and help her up cautiously, watching the P90s as they do. Oliver keeps his distance, biting his nails and nervously watching. "Oh man, today's episode is great, such drama, the President is going to love this."
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