[color=deepskyblue]August combed his hair back only to have it pushed forward into its original shape. He then wiped his face and his brow with his sleeve. The speedster looked up at the ceiling; he held his hand up once broken pieces of sea stone were falling on him. "Those cannons don't sound good at all."

"I don't really want to be a slave for a noble. If I was to be sold as a slave, I would only hope my master is female," he coughed and into his sleeve and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't think that's a sexist statement; I'm pretty sure anyone would agree with me. I'd rather be whipped and screamed at by a female than a male." 

August was known for talking a lot. He figured the best time to spend in a caged room was to build conversation. If this was his final moments of freedom, he might as well use up all of his vocal cords. "I bet you would say the same too," August then elbowed the man beside him in the ribs. "I know your type." August laughed. "But seriously, I don't think I can piggy back a corpulent man on these legs. Maybe a 120 pound female?"

August Fletcher watched the only female in the room picking the lock. He shrugged his shoulders at the attempt; it was better than what he was doing at the moment. He held one finger up and wagged it in the air. "Hey, answer quickly. Would you rather be a slave to a female or male? I need a female's perspective on this. Me, as a man, wouldn't want to be serving another man so would a female be okay serving another woman? This question is of [b]utmost importance[/b]."[/color]