Mr. Sunshine, quizzically enough, was not paying attention to his captor. Humming a quiet tune to himself to pass the time instead. The moment that his shackles were removed he tugged on them lightly with his now free hand, trying to see if he could find some give. Maybe tear them out of the wall? To no avail, obviously, they had kept him chained thus far. Why would they give now? Anyway, the doors opened and Mr. Sunshine trotted jauntily out the door. It was revealed to him that his cage had been farthest to the left (When exiting the cell) and it was touching the wall (The door was about three feet from the sheer surface.). Looking up towards the ceiling he spied those torches that were just outside of his reach. With a big push he tried leaping towards them, flailing his arms madly just below them. His reach was just not enough. After a few tries he stepped back from the wall and pressed his clenched hand to his chin. "Fiddlesticks."

For a moment he just stood there, staring upwards at the torches that were a few short feet out of his reach. If the appearance of the room prior to the disappearance of the strange voice was to be taken into account, then a bright torch or two would prove invaluable to escaping. He pushed his lips outwards in an odd sort of pucker, pressing his top lip to the tip of his nose. He sneezed, as he had pushed some of his mustache into his nose. Mr. Sunshine's face lit up with excitement and he shouted in the dim chamber. "Oh my gods! I have an idea!" It echoed for a moment. "Hello? I'm certain I'm not alone here, would someone mind coming over here and assisting me with something? I would greatly appreciate it!" As he spoke he walked over towards his cell door and swung it a bit, testing just how far it would go.