Psychological warfare

I think a lesser chap would have been set back by the collapse of the tunnels and the accidental destruction of the coded message. But not me. I decided that from now on I was going to engage in a dirty campaign. Having given up washing, I was already emitting a ripe fragrance that made approaching me an unpleasant chore for my captors. My fur was matted into clumps and my nails were an inch long. Now, I started to go to the bathroom all over the floor of my cell, keeping my toilet clean and fresh for any future tunnelling.

I practised holding my ears horizontally and snarling whenever anyone approached me. I was astonished at how wide I could open my mouth and how loud I could hiss. This unpredictable behaviour freaked them out and they started visiting me in pairs with one person standing near the exit shouting advice and encouragement to the unlucky person assigned with cleaning my cell.

This was great. They were frightened of me!