Sketch POV

                     10 minutes earlier

Denis and Corl think of ways to get me out of my chains while my eyes dart across the room for possible areas to escape. Suddenly, Denis gets an idea.
"I've got an idea!" He exclaims, though still whispering.
"What is it?" Me and Corl whisper in sync, while we stare intently at him, eager to hear his idea.
"It's kind of gross, but it's all I've got..," He continues.
"Just say it!" Corl says, barely in a whisper, growing impatient.
"Wait a minute, you said it's kind of gross?" I ask, in concern.
"Yes. Since I was able to slip out of my chains because of my sweaty hands, maybe I can rub the sweat onto your hands and you can escape the chains!" He says, concluding his idea.
Me and Corl stare at him as if he's lost his mind.
"What? At least it's an idea. Do you guys have a better one?" Denis asks, offended by the fact that we didn't like his idea.
"Yes, actually," Corl says with sudden confidence.
He pulls a water bottle out of his back pocket.
"We could just make his hands slippery with water. We don't have to use sweat." Corl implies.
"Oh.. that too. I didn't know you had a water bottle,"  Denis claims.
I felt slight relief by the fact that I didn't have to have Denis's sweat all over my hands. Corl pours some of the water onto my hands. I carefully jerk my hands and break free of the chains. However, this made the chains rattle. Once again, we hear footsteps down the hall. This time though, we would be in big trouble. We were all out of our chains, and Corl was there too, adding another victim to her death list. What have we gotten into?