Now I can eat something and it comes out broken down into it’s components.” Jim is skeptical, but intrigued.
Carl continues: “For the *last* five years, I’ve been swallowing pieces off my uniform. It’s perfect, because the guards just think it’s rats chewing on it.”
So Jim asks, “Well, what does that have to do with me? How can I help?”
Carl says “Well, the pieces of fabric come out as individual fibers. I figure by this time next year, we’ll have enough to fashion enough rope to get over the wall. I just need you to tie the fibers.”
Jim, disgusted, says “You have *got* to be kidding me!”
And Carl says “I shit. You knot.”