So Jim decided to just sit down, because stealing is wrong and can never be justified, even in a situation like this. So Jim sat.
And sat.
And sat some more.
Jim looked over at the snoring guard, and got an idea. He was just going to borrow the key, and he would give it back once he got out. That was it! Jim stood up, confident in his plan. But as he took a step, the little voice in Jim's head cried out.
"No! Stealing is wrong!" The voice called.
"But I'm just going to borrow the key, I'm not stealing it," Jim said back.
"Stealing is stealing!" The voice cried. So Jim sighed and sat down again. His heart jumped into his throat when he saw the camera in the corner of the room, but he calmed down as he saw that someone had already unplugged the auxiliary cable. So Jim continued to just sit and wait for divine intervention.
"You're not very good at this, are you?" A voice said behind Jim. Jim quickly jumped up and spun around. A man in a green tuxedo with a black vest and shirt stood with his hands folded behind his back.
"Who, who are you? I know kung fu!" Jim cried as he crouched in the stereotypical kung fu stance.
"That's not important," said the man.
"Yes it is," Jim said as he relaxed slightly.
"Why?" The man asked.
"Well, uh," Jim stuttered as he dropped his hands to think. "Because I don't know what to call you."
"Logical enough. My name is Providence," Providence said as he stuck out his hand to shake with Jim.
"Right. Per, Period. Gotcha." Jim said as he stepped forward to grab Providence's hand.
Providence sighed and rolled his eyes. "Just call me P."
"Nice to meet you, P. Hehe, Pee." Jim giggled. Just then the guard fluttered his eyes open. He noticed Jim standing in the middle of the room.
"Hey, stop!" The guard shouted as he stood up. Jim looked back in terror as the guard reached for the taser on his belt.
P didn't release Jim's hand, but instead simply said, "Achoo." The shelf above the guard's head magically lost one of its supports, and the bowling ball on it rolled off and hit the guard squarely on the head. (Because, you know, we all keep our bowling balls on shelves dangerously close to sleeping people and above head height)
Jim looked back with a smile at P. "A friend showed me that trick." Now taking anything not physically attached to the corpse of the guard and with his new found friend following him, Jim
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