~Meanwhile, back in the jail cell~
Thrakun: Well this isnae going to work for me.
Golem: What are you going to do? This isn't the future where jail cells have convenient control panels inside the cells so prisoners can easily escape!
Marin: No, but this is a loosely medieval era where the jail cells are guarded by drunken sleeping guards and the key is always located just out of the cell for easy access.
Thrankun: *stops eating the stone walls* Oh, well I guess this isn't really neccessary.
Golem: Uh... not really.
Marin: Let's see, all we need is a stick or something and-
???: *opens the cell door* Oh hey, there you are.
Golem: Don't kill me, I just wanted to play Duck Hunt!
GM: Hey chill. I just figured I'd break you out since my spontaneous appearance was unnoticed enough that I was able to slip off to the vending machines and buy a soda.
Thrakun: Well then lad, ye best be leading us to this vending machine.
Thrakun: So I kin get a Mr. Pibb, ye fool! I havenae had one in years!
GM: Sorry... it was a Coca Cola vending machine.
Thrakun: Curses! I swear upon the souls of my ancestors, I will make Coca Cola pay!
Golem: Yes, well, what about we escape?
~Several Koopas show up~
Koopa Guard: Halt!
Golem: I'll handle this. *jumps on the first koopa, except he doesn't because he can't jump that well and sort of just trips over the koopa, causing a domino effect on all the koopas that sends them all on their backs*
Koopa Guard: Noooooo, I can't get up~!
Golem: I actually wanted to do the shell kick maneuver...
GM: Maybe later, let's take this secret tunnel that beard-dude has uncovered.
Thrakun: Actually I dug it. Just now.