Zeno growled, airlessly. Silently. More of a scowl. Their mouth felt like a vacuum cleaner jammed with a plastic bag, and had done for... days? Surely an accurate clock wouldn't be that hard to build into a synthetic being, but here we are. At least he didn't tire, pulling on his glued, vacuum-packed limbs for all the give the rubber would give them, but this was the strong stuff. Conventional pulling was getting nowhere. He also didn't sleep, which was good, because any moment, all these goons watching him would get distracted, and he could make a break for it. Any moment now.

Any moment now. Come on, just look at your phone. Go on. Check Twitter, please. Have a fire drill. Go to the bathroom, something! He couldn't even have any fun in here, with the tight rubber blocking his hard light generators. Ugh. Surely it would only be a matter of time, though.

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Zeno's powers only really work when people aren't looking at them. So to properly contain the noodle, they must be observed around the clock. Don't worry, this won't last too long.