"You mean... you figured out who did it?" Branch asked as he sat at the cafeteria table with Poppy, a hopeful smile coming to his face.

"Well... no... not exactly..." Poppy admitted, nervously rubbing the back of her head as she looked away from the now frowning troll in front of her in shame. "But I can prove you were framed... I just need to convince Sparkleton..."

"Psh... like that'll ever happen..." Branch scoffed, rolling his eyes at the statement as he crossed his arms. "That guy hates my guts..."

"He doesn't hate you, Branch," Poppy assured, Branch giving her a firm glare. "Ok... he hates you..." she finally admitted with a sigh. "But he can't keep you locked up here if we prove your innocent."

"I hope your right..." Branch sighed, his ears drooping slightly as he looked away. "I want to go home... I want to be with our kids... I want..." He looked back up at his wife, taking her hands gently in his before continuing. "I want to be with you..."

"You will be, Branch," the queen of pop assured with a slight smile, placing a gentle kiss on her husband's cheek which made him smile yet again. "I'm going to get you out of here..."

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"She can't get him out of here..." the mystery figure stated in a firm tone, he and Club, the maroon rock troll Branch had fought on his second day in prison, sitting at a table on the opposite side of the room as Poppy and Branch.

     "And why are you coming to me?" Club asked, spitting a broken tooth out of his mouth. A tooth he had just acquired from a fight he was having just a few moments before he was told he had a visitor. A tooth... that wasn't one of his own...

     "Because, I hear things..." the mystery figure stated, crossing his hands on the table. "I know he made a fool out of you... and you want your revenge..."

     Club growled, remembering how that puny twerp was the first to ever win a fight against him... he couldn't let that stand...

     "So I'm gonna need you to make sure he never leaves this prison..." the mystery figure continued with a slight grin, suddenly pulling something out of his hair when he was sure none of the guards were looking. "Even if... you need to go with a more... permanent... solution..."

     He slid the item across the table, the maroon rock troll looking down at the shiny object with a smug grin.

     "I'm in..." he chuckled, taking the knife from the mystery figure...