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"Can we go through it again?" Mickey asked.
Turlough sighed. "We had to use all our clothes to block the drain. That way the cell filled with water and we could float up to the ventilation duct."
"With you so far."
"The vaseline was to oil the doors so the guards wouldn't hear us, and the suitcase of chocolate weasels... I'll think of something."
"Yeah." Mickey ran over their story in his head. "Wouldn't it be simpler just to tell the Doctor this was what it looked like?"
Turlough looked contemptuous. "What sort of a plan do you call that?"
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