The Odds Against

THE NINE: I spy with my little eye something beginning wiiiiiiith...F

THE SEVEN: Floor.

THE NINE: No, Seven, incorrect. Try again.

THE FOUR: Weeell, there's nothing in here, so, featureless cell, obviously.

THE NINE: Obviously not, Four. Have another go.

THE SIX: Flayed corpses.

THE NINE: What? Six, where are you even looking?

THE SIX: Are we supposed to be looking, I was exploring my imagination. It's rather fun.

(NOT SURE WHICH ONE THIS IS :(): Clearly the answer, Nine, is failed regeneration. You've let us all down, you imbecile, trapped us in a cell of your own making and now you expect us to play games!

THE NINE: It's food machine, you idiots. There's literally nothing else in here, it's what they used to get out, how could you miss it?

(AGAIN, NOT SURE): Oh yes, does seem obvious now you mention it.

THE NINE: Were you all, winding me up?

(NOT SURE): Us, ha. Heaven forfend, would we?

THE NINE: Yes, I won't play if your being like that. Then we can all be bored together.

(Someone enters the prison they're in)

THE NINE: Wait, did you hear that?

(NOT SURE): Of course I did cretin, we've the same ears.