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Jamal scowled and barely resisted the urge to dump him out of his wheelchair and run away laughing gleefully.

"Jus' a second," he said instead, steel in his voice, as he neared the rushing cascade of water, only stopped when the light mist kicked up from the waterfall could be felt boiling against their faces. "Where 'xactly we goin' now?"

Jamal was mildly alarmed when the man more or less oozed out of his chair but when he hit the water, the tiger shrugged. Okay, apparently this was part of the plan? The waterfall looked like it kicked up a fairly strong current beneath the rough rush of water from above...Jamal hadn't tried to swim in anything like that before. It didn't seem like he had an option; Billy hadn't wasted any time. Without a clue of there being a landbridged to the back of the falls, he was resigned to doing it the Billy way.

The tiger timidly entered the water just shy of the rolling water, eyes quickly scanning for the place of least turbulence before sucking in a deep breath and diving downward. He didn't go far before he felt himself being battered by the water and he nearly exhaled his held breath as it beat strongly on his submerged body.

Jamal had barely surfaced and clung to a rock of his own before Billy's demand caught him by surprise. The man growled and waved Billy's offered tentacle away.

"Christ, give me a ********' second already," he hissed, coughing wetly from inadvertently snorting some water up his nose with the impact of the falls on his back, and bodily heaved himself up onto the 'shore'.

It took a few seconds for him to settle. He coughed a few times and shook himself as dry as he could managed before he finally jammed his clawed hand into his jean pocket. He had tied his cig baggie to the scraps of cloth that remained of his pocket to protect them from being snagged on branches when he wandered the jungle at night. In it were a few slightly bent cigarettes and a beat up but functional lighter. Jamal grumpily handed one smoke to Billy and brandished the lighter in case it was needed. He didn't think Octo-man could manipulate the lighter.

Jamal's brow quirked. Why the ******** would they buzz someone for having a damn smoke?

"Uh, a'ight." What else was he going to say?

He didn't ask though and instead clicked the lighter a few times until a steady flame showed at the tip, which he then held to Billy's smoke.

"...Yer kiddin' me. You ain't smoked in WEEKS? Why da hell not? 'n' does this mean there ain't any cameras?"

Jamal was sorely out of the loop, it seemed.

Jamal gave Billy a look that bordered on nervous and tense. What the hell was WRONG with this guy?

"....right. So uh, no cameras. Dat's good." He looked around the cave, wonder what to do now. He was stuck with a drunken, raging octopus and was in posession of some potentially awesome information.

"...so, we know where them chips go now, 'pparently. So...ya think we could cut 'em out ourselves?"

Jamal was faintly disturbed by the exhalation of smoke out what looked to be the octopus man's ear but waved it off by rubbing the back of his own neck, as though feeling for a lump that might be a tell-tale indicator of his own chip's location.

"...I'd go first...ain't a problem. But s**t, you'd have ta sober up some first. I ain't gonna let you hack at me when yer drunk. Speakin' of which, where's yer bottle? I think if yer gonna cut me up, I best be numbed up wit' some o' yer water."

He wasn't too afraid of the results. If he died, then he'd be done with the torture of living on the island...he wouldn't have to worry anymore and Moreau would be screwed over one subject. If it failed, the labs would probably cart him off and fix him up. If it worked. Freedom. Pure, absolute freedom. It would be GLORIOUS.