Cricket bobbed slowly through the halls, glancing nervously, startled by the slightest sound. He whispered to Bacon." Bacon. Bacon! When are we dropping the pigeon act?"
Cricket breathed, tightening his grip on the knife he carried on his belt. "I can distract the guards to buy you time, if you need it." He glanced at Quagmire, confused. "Cake? A lie? What?"