Milo Cash felt like he was born again, a litteral new person. "So The Jester is free... which dumbass made that call?" He asked the question openly eyes shut still, when no response came he opened them no guards, no cryo-cell, nothing that should have been there. "The jester is free, oh filled with glee I be, but wait somebody taint oh where oh where is my mate, my staff oh I need a draft." He spoke making the word draft more draff so to rhyme with staff. He walked out of the desolate room to find where they would be holding his staff, only to find more people instead