Ah, imprisonment. Possibly the worst fate that our hero could be subjected to. However, you didn't come to here me ramble on and on about my thoughts on certain matters, did you? No, you did not. So, without further bullshittery, I return you to the tale in question: The Curious Case of the Doge in the Nighttime. Wait um no, that is not the one we're doing this time. Maybe next time. No no, we're talking about the HAAMiest tale of them all!

It was a stark contrast, really; that of the prison level subbasement as opposed to the two chambers Jessie had seen on her way to where the council met. The large chamber contained none of the amenities that had graced the previous levels of the UCHAAM: the floors and the walls were constructed of old, cracked, moss addled stone and in lieu of the heartstopping silence was the steady sound of water dripping onto the floor off in the distance. In more ways than one, the subbasement resembled a modern prison, with sturdy iron bars, cots, and the most surprising; indoor plumbing.

One of the HAAM guards, the one who knocked our hero unconscious, drags her body through the labyrinth, the maze like structure of hallways that snaked through the entirety of the subbasement, trying to find her assigned cell. That however, is not the major part of this tale. At least, not yet. No, the major part of this tale comes from where we last left off, location wise.

The Governmental Chamber of the UCHAAM. In fact, there really isn't even a change in time from when we last left off to where we begin. However, allow me to rewind time for a bit just so you can get a recollection of what had happened prior to the cut off point.

"Told you we should've gotten an alpaca." Ah, yes. This. The HAAM councilor of rationality, Mirkov Keris, says in response to the HAAM of HAAMs' rhetorical statement. Angrily, the HAAM of HAAMs spins around on his heel to face the councilor who decided to get snippy.

"Did I ask you, Mister Keris?" the normally distinguished, refined voice of the HAAM of HAAMs gives way to more serpent like hissing of the words at his colleague. Not taken aback by sudden loss of temper, Keris simply keeps his flat facial expression and responds.

"No, sir. I was just throwing out an opinion."

"A useless opinion thought of by an idiot, is what you were throwing out, Mister Keris."

"With all due respect sir, I am the Councilor of Rationality. I'm quite sure my opinion is completely founded in truth. You were the one who demanded a llama, which we can all see was a terrible idea." Keris' face turned from a flat, almost disinterested thousand yard stare into a scowling, agitated expression in the time span it took him to finish his thoughts.

"Men! Calm down!" Krillen Krillensen, the Councilor of Diplomacy (and generic Councilorness) says, placing one hand on each man's shoulder. "There's no need for us to act like those petty humans. We're HAAM, this dispute is nothing in the grand scheme of things!" He had a point, but both of his colleagues were much too proud to even consider that. He was well aware of this point, but felt he had to do something to alleviate the tension.

"Be quiet, Krillensen!" the HAAM of HAAMs demands.

With reluctance, the Councilor of Diplomacy relents, backing away. The doors behind the panel burst open once more and one of the two guards seen earlier storms into the argument.

"Sirs, sirs! The woman has woken up!"

"Great. Take me to her," the HAAM of HAAMs says calmly, taking a deep breath. "I have some questions for her..."

"Very well sir."

***

"Ah, here we go. Separated from the savage by bars, as if I were in a zoo. Brilliant! Now tell me, Miss Diaz, why are you here?" the HAAM of HAAMs asks, laughing heartily at the predicament that the woman he's questioning is caught in. Instead of answering however, she wanders about the cell, patting her hand against the walls. "Well, are you going to answer or am I going to have to force it out of you?"

"You don't have the balls, you scaly motherfucker." It appears as though we've seen the second change in personality. She stops what she was previously doing to walk up to the iron bars of the cell, wrapping both hands around the cold iron. "Come on, force it outta me."

"We don't know anything, I swear!" the meek, frightened voice interjected, making the HAAM of HAAMs do a complete double take.

"Did she, did she just answer me twice, with two different responses?!" he asks, to which the guard nods.

"She does this a lot, sir. You might want to get used to it."

"Very well. I can already tell this is going to be a long interrogation."

"Likely."

"Way to fucking go, you lizard fuck! You got a question right!"

"Moving on: elaborate on your answers, Miss Diaz. I am anxious to find out why they're so, contrasting..."