I'm Not A Simp.

For a few weeks we would run tests the Scientist Toilet wanted me to run. These would include endurence, agility, and combat. Each day a new test, a new test would mean a new repair from the Scientist Toilet and you could tell he did not like repairing me but since I'm all he had to test his prototype on he bitterly healed all my injuries.

Day after day, night after night, we would test and test. Slowly I learned to control the legs and have them bend to my will the only problem was the Scientist Toilet. He had the remote control to the legs, so no matter how good I got with the legs he would shut them down and halt my progress but every piece of information I learned was great but their was only one slight problem with the legs. First the good! He really did tailor the legs to fit my suit it had a nice silk brown to it, and now the bad. The right leg would jam unexpectedly so I would need that repaired asap for my plan to work.

Tonight however something was different I just finished another one of my tests with the Scientist and was being dragged back to my cell when I overheard a conversation from two of the guards. "You hear about the upcoming attack on the research facility?" Attack? What attack? I was immediately drawn to their conversation.

 "No, where'd you hear about this?" Yeah where did you hear about this?

 "I overheard it from one of the guards during our routine shift he said something about a spy warning Scientist Toilet #1." A spy!? Since when did the alliance have a spy!? 

"Damn, if those metal heads can get in that base it would only be a matter of time before they make it to this one." So we really were in a small research facility, but that wasn't important  what was important was this mystery spy...

As I was being dragged it was starting to get harder and harder to hear what they were saying, the last thing I caught was that the attack was gonna be in 3 days give or take. I could not allow that to happen, judging by the way they were talking this attack was going to be big, and the Toilets were ready for it. The escape couldn't wait any longer we had to do it tonight! Soon I was dragged back to my cell and thrown on the ground, I'm usually given a few hours to rest while the Scientist Toilet collects the data from this morning. Squeakerman approached and dragged me back to my original position, it was a routine at this point, I hadn't told him about my plan mostly because he doesn't understand me. A few times I signed at him but he had no idea what I was saying, he tried to find someone to translate what I was saying to him but no one seemed to care as they're hope seemed to have run out.

Well I was gonna give them hope alright I was gonna give them hope tonight! Since I didn't have anyone to help me make the plan or point out any potential problems I was going to do this all by myself. I was playing with very dangerous dice but I wasn't afraid not anymore, I debriefed myself on what I was going to do. 

The first obstacle was the magnetic table that took me in and out of the testing room I needed a way to stall time before it was activated. He activated it only when the legs were attached so everything I did was going to be before that happened.

The second obstacle was the Scientist Toilet. I never mentioned this but he had a metal cap protecting his flush button so I couldn't use that, the only potential solution were the wires hanging above me so I would need to somehow jump to the wires break them off and then strangle him with them. 

The third obstacle was my window of opportunity, I only had a few minutes to complete those series of tasks as the Scientist Toilet only spent a few moments finishing up his report before addressing me so I would need to act the moment the door closes. 

The fourth and final obstacle was my body, it was lacking oil and was bruised despite the Scientist Toilet healing me when I was injured he always made sure I was weak enough.