Bucket- VIP Room

As they left the Failure Room, Chili and the rest of the children were surprised to find grass beneath their feet. They were standing on a small hill.

The sky was cloudy but not gr[redacted]y as it had been when the children first entered the factory. The sun was bright and strong, and it hung over miles and/or kilometers of scarped forests. There were several mountains dotting the landscape. One was four times larger than all the others, and unlike them lacked greenery.

It was windy.

Chili turned around to find that the door behind him had vanished. He walked over to the spot where it had been and swiped at air.

"Now," said Mr. Bucket. "You are all great at solving intelligent riddles. But you are all still children, so I am expecting many bad questions."

"How are we outside?" asked Keerthi. "We have only gone down since the start!"

"In quality, yes," admitted Mr. Bucket. "And in location! But we are not outside. We are in the VIP Room. It is designed to make everyone inside of it feel like they are outside even though they are not. I am proud of it."

"This can't be a room," said Chili. "I know what a room is, and this is not that! A room has a floor! This room has no floor!"

"The ground is a floor," said Mr. Bucket.

"It has no walls!" said Chili.

"They are special walls," said Mr. Bucket. "You can't see them or touch them, and they move, and they also aren't walls. But they are there."

"It has no ceiling!" said Chili. "You have all the holes that are in a ceiling, sure. But where is the rest of it? You can't only have the holes!"

"I don't think ceilings are supposed to have any holes," said Keerthi.

"Shut up and die," said Chili.

"I'm sure it has a ceiling," said Lim. "We aren't outside. Here."

Lim pointed one of Taranturoo's claws at the sky and shot a bullet. It went straight up.

"Why did you do that?" asked Keerthi.

"In perfect conditions, Taranturoo's artillery fire can travel about twelve-thousand feet and or however many meters that would be into the air. The round I fired has a tracker in it. I'll know how high the ceiling is once it makes contact."

"How long will that take?" asked Keerthi.

"From the moment I fired, about one minute. But…"

Lim paused.

"JUROR," said Lim. "Move away from where you are standing."

"It would be more artistic if you didn't," said Chili.

JUROR moved.

"Farther," said Lim.

"Take another step," said Chili, "And you are selling out."

JUROR sold out.

Seconds later, a controlled blast no larger than a controlled blast that was no smaller than a comparatively small controlled blast blasted controllably precisely at the space where JUROR had been standing.

"You couldn't have used a bullet that didn't explode?" asked JUROR.

"I don't have any bullets that don't explode," said Lim.

"So there's no ceiling," said Tide. "Great. Good Ocean."

"There is a ceiling!" said Mr. Bucket. "But! It does not matter. No one should ever walk into a room and worry about the floor or the walls or the ceilings. You are in the most stuporbellowing factory in the entire world! There are much better questions to be asking."

- Chapter 11: The VIP Room