Batty blinked dramatically before rising to his feet. Duck tapes flew in every direction, quacking, bouncing off the walls, and generally behaving like toons until the effect of having touched BB wore off. In this time, Batty had observed their surroundings, found the most logical explanation, and made a comment.
"So... we're in a prison."
Spaztic threw himself at the bars energetically. "Yes! And we must get out! For Iceland and my precious!"
"Whoa, whoa, calm down." said Acid, swatting at a duck tape which was trying to adopt his leg. He turned to Gen. "Has anything like this ever happened before?"
Gen beamed. Finally, his wisdom was being appreciated! "Yes, the War Taverners have been thrown in jail before. The Ostrich Police threw us all in for borrowing a car, but we got revenge!"
"And how did you get out?"
"Oh, well, I was going to use my mind to get us out, but we were rescued at the last moment."
Acid looked interested. "By whom?"
"Him." said Gen simply, pointing at BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, who was slumbering in the corner. Unwoken by Spaztic's scream of loss, he was lost in some dream of money and beer. None of the Taverners had quite the heart to wake him.