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As we are shoved into a small jail cell together with other forks and knives, we are screaming for help, but no one hears us. There's a decreasing amount of light as the drawbridge from the jail goes up. Everything is now dark. All of a sudden, it starts raining from the inside of the jail. We are splashed with burning hot water and a cirtus soap. After a few minutes of the torture, wind comes through the jail to dry us. The drawbridge comes down again and we are freed by hands. We find ourselves back in our drawer, our home.