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Answer IC - Keeping the Rules and setting in mind, how do you escape your box?: A moment ago Zac was sleeping soundly in the hollow of the giant plum tree in Oldale town. Now his tree, blanket of leaves, and his spooning partner Tapu Bulu were gone.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes as a single bleak light shined above.

"The old 'trapped in a box' dream, ay?" he said, looking around at the metal walls. As usual, his brain had filled in the bare minimum details. Blank walls, blank floor, and a bare lightbulb set into the ceiling. 

Zac heard crunching and mumbling from outside. Someone walking around, talking. "A guard, or a friend?" he asked out loud, because in dreams thinking and talking were one and the same. There was no reply from outside, so he banged on the walls. "Oi! Little help in here?" The sounds moved away quickly, as if whatever was outside the box went to find someone else. "Whelp, looks like it's down to me," Zac said, taking off his thick, canvas pants.

Zac looked up at the fluorescent bulb set just above his head. If his mind had added a lightbulb instead of a door, it meant that the lightbulb was the door, in some way or another. A burning hot and electrified door. 

He wrapped his hands in the thick canvas of his pants, and reached up to grab the light. He felt the warmth spreading through his hands, and he yanked down, pulling it free from its socket with a satisfying crunch of broken plastic.

Now there was a little hole in the roof, with sunlight shining through. The cabling for the light extended through the hole, and Zac hauled it inside, reeling in foot after foot of insulated copper wire. There was a shout of alarm from outside, and crunching footsteps.

"There we go, finally got some attention!"

Zac looked down at his hands wrapped, which still held the bulb. Burnt into his pants were three questions. In this dream state information flowed freely, and his thoughts appeared as words in his mouth before he could stop them.
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Answer IC - When was the last time you cried?:
"The last time? Definitely when michiko maeda helped me fix up my house. I had a bit of 'weather trouble' with some milk rain, and a horde of Pokemon trying to claim my shack as their bloody breeding ground. Michi swooped in and helped me fend 'em off. She's a real legend, and a true friend. Don't tell her I cried when she left, or she'll be weird about it next time."
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Answer IC - What would you be if you could be different?:
"What's different? If I could be anything? Mate, I'm just happy to be me, doing what I do. I'm making the world a better place," Zac said. Then, a stray thought shot across his brain and out his mouth. "But sometimes I wish I was a giant Mantine, just swimming and soaring through the ocean. The ultimate mix and sea and sky. I've gotta get back into surfing again."
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Answer IC - Tempus Fugit:
"Tempest fuggit? I don't know about all that. I'm a big fan of storms, if I'm being honest."
Meaning filtered into Zac's head.
"Oh! Yeah I'm still not with ya. Time flies just as much as it walks and crawls. You know what they say, 'Time flies like an arrow, Beautifly like a banana. Bahaha!"