<Cool, we can talk in your ear now, and you can't do anything about it...
Fourscore and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now a great war has arisen, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war...>
*walks around the outside of the asylum*
It's pretty out here. I haven't seen sunlight in ages!
<Psst!>
Who was that?
<Me.>
What was that!?
<Me!>
Uhm, where are you...?
<Right behind you.>
You mean that stone wall surrounding the loony place?
<Yes that's me. I'm the mum of the walls in MF's cell.>
I thought you were in Jerusalem!
<Yes, but they broke me down and now I'm here. Tell my son hello for me, will you?>
That would mean returning back inside the asylum...!
<Go back as a therapist. That way you can help MF's brain and tell my son hello at the same time.>
OK
*sneaks inside the loony place in a therapist's outfit*
Psst, wall!
<What?! You just woke me up!!.>
Sorry, Mr. Wall-in-the-Corridor, but I need to know where MF's cell is--
<Over there to the right. Now shut up and go away!! *snore*.>
*sneaks into MF's cell*