Twenty Eight Minutes Later...

"You sure this is going to work?" Tiberius asked, sounding a little worried. Finally able to hack up a packet of ketchup he had been carrying around in his stomach, Ozone replied reassuringly, "Trust me. Nobody likes seeing an old guy in pain."

"I'm not old," Tiberius pointed out.

"You're older than me, I'm pretty sure of that," Ozone murmured, opening the packet. Applying it to the hawk's head and mouth, he added, "Don't worry, this is the first time this packet has been opened, so there's nothing to worry about."

"How long was that thing inside you?" Tiberius asked. Shrugging his shoulders, Ozone hissed, "Now stop talking and act like you're dying!" Getting to his feet, he tossed the empty ketchup packet to the side and went to the door. Taking a deep breath, the hairless cat began pounding on the door and screaming at the top of his lungs, "Someone help! Please!"

"What do you want Ozone?" a voice asked on the other side of the door, most likely a guard.

"Please, get a doctor! My... cellmate, there's something wrong with him! I think he's dying!" Ozone cried.

"Cellmate?!" Tiberius whispered, lifting his head.

"Shut up!" Ozone hissed quietly before yowling, "There's blood all over the place! Please, you've got to help him!"

"And why should we do that?" the guard questioned.

"He's... uh... he's... a widowed father with one kid! If he dies, his kid dies! And do you want that on your conscience?! DO YOU?!" Ozone cried. Tiberius looked at him, absolutely shocked. Ozone shrugged his shoulders in reply. Just then, the pair heard the door being unlocked as a giant black cat stepped in. "I'll take him over, don't try anything funny Ozone," the guard growled, approaching Tiberius.

"Like this?" Ozone asked. Before the guard could react, the hairless cat whacked him on the back of the head with the bucket. The giant feline collapsed on the floor. "Let's go!" Ozone cried, helping Tiberius to his feet. The two quickly ran out the room.