"Huh." Saturday starts trying to think of the names of one hundred ninety six animals, and then gives up. "Well, I'm not really up for going back through that thing. Don't think anyone is."

It hurts, admitting that. But the damn thing was designed to torture, not teach; it's not a fair challenge or a fair fight, and there's no dishonor in recognizing that. Survival, escape, sabotage. In that order.