You are awarded 5 points for every different word you say. Different words are determined by the number of syllables. What would you say to gain the most points?

The TTS voice in my ear was annoying, but perhaps a necessary evil. My only salvation from the crushing loneliness that I had to endure was to learn a new language, and my AI friend …, well, she helped me do it. With basically nothing but time to count and words to say, I figure why not play a game? The only thing we were ever given to eat were protein bars, so I called them protein caramels, which cost me a /caramel/ point, so I just called them protein bars. I have made an entire grammatical language based on word choice. It isn’t based on the meaning of a word; it’s based on the number of syllables that sound different.<br><br>One syllable words count as one point, and are usually called first words, so I call them fw. To get more points, I have to repeat a fw twice or use a word with two syllables, which I call a second /sec/. I can’t use a /sec/ twice, or I’ll only get one point higher. To use words twice is to double them, so if I double a first word, I get two points. I got five points for doubling a /sec/. If I triple a word, I get basically triple the points, so tripling a /sec/ gets me six points, which is possible because there are some words with three syllables, which I call thirds/tho/. Tripling a /tho/ gets me nine points, which is only possible because there are words with four syllables, which we call fourths/for/. <br><br>I had been sitting in the box for what felt like months. I don’t know how much time had passed, but I was going a little stir crazy. My guard, a burly man with a beard, had pulled me aside at dinner and told me I needed to speak to guard F. There was a shuffle in the murmurs as my fellow box-dwellers wondered aloud why I got the privilege. I could hear the occasional haters’ voice piping in that I didn’t deserve to talk to anybody. “Maybe not even *me*”, I thought. I got up from my spot and took my tray to the stack and waited for guard F. <br><br>Let me first introduce myself. I am what you call a prisoner. Nobody ever really knows why we are here or why we are even in this situation, but we have jobs to do. I translate documents. Nobody ever told me details, so I’m not sure who they are for. But details are made to be missed, right? After all, we aren’t in the know, I guess. Once I got guard F to notice my presence, he came over. <br><br>“Alright, Pris, your meal comes with a little present. You have to get there first though.” He made a motion to the side, and I saw a little hatch in the wall that I had never noticed before. I was intrigued. I didn’t ask questions, guard F wasn’t the kind to give answers. <br><br>It took me an entire day to figure out how to get to the hatch. I knew where I wanted to go, but guard F never moved, so I couldn’t leave my spot. We didn’t have much, and I didn’t think F would budge if I tried to bribe him. That was when I saw her: a pin-up plan girl sitting in the corner, about 30 years my elder, looking like she stepped out of a 40s film. She was basically just collecting dust, so I could easily see her. For the first time in what felt like forever I had a good idea. <br><br>“How does a pretty plan girl like you end up in the box, hmm?” I cooed. I know what you’re thinking, I was young, she was old, we didn’t have anything in common. But I needed this. <br><br>I was twenty-six when I came here. I figure I’m somewhere in my thirties now, but the line between days and years is pretty blurred in my world. I was barely out of my teens when I got here; it was even more like being a baby back then. But you know what they say, if you can’t get yourself out of a box, you have to think outside of it. <br><br>We talked for the better part of two hours, and I didn’t realize it was that long. I had guard F to thank of that, though. He didn’t want her getting out, and basically sitting on her. I didn’t think he’d lift guard until plan girl and I could get to the hatch. <br><br>I had to take a chance, so I stood up, hid the small pile I was saving behind my plate, and reached across F’s legs to brush the falling strands of her *sexy locks* out of her face. Along the way, I tucked her *gorgeous blouse* into the *sultry waistband* as I let my fingers brush *accidentally* across F’s chest. He didn’t even twitch. I didn’t think he would. I just needed to be able to see the length of my arm to get what I needed. <br><br>I had *sexy* on one hand and *sultry* on the other. *Sexy* was pretty easy, I had a good hold on her shirt. *Sultry* was trickier, basically sitting as it was on plan girl’s lap. I needed to be quick and quiet. I slipped my hand down just enough to get a pinch on her waistband. My knuckles touched the fabric, but there wasn’t enough hold to get it to follow me. With a quick flick of the wrist, I got it far enough over to get a good hold, and perhaps a bit of cheap thrill for the effort. I got the pair into my pocket as I brushed the hair back out of /sexy plan girl’s/ *gorgeous face*. <br><br>When I first got in the box, there was a small pile of documents on the bottom of my bunk. I had no idea who gave them to me or why they were there, but I basically read them all. There was a stack of cardboard sheets in the back, and I tore one into strips, using some of my food packaging to help me keep my grip, and use it to count and keep track of my plan. <br><br>It took another day to figure out how to get to the hatch. I knew there was enough real estate between the wall I was standing against and the wall I was basically hiding behind. My research made me realize that F didn’t /really/ have to guard plan girl, my research could basically prove it. I knew enough about him to know his weaknesses. But I also knew his strengths. I would have to work extra hard to get him to let his guard down. <br><br>I needed to get him far enough off his post that he didn’t realize it and move, and not plan girl to be able to get out. I needed to be quick and quiet, not to mention sneaky. I knew it wouldn’t be enough to get her basically sitting higher. I needed to basically sitting *up* guard F’s post and not let him notice. <br><br>I had to get what I called his *gorgeous shirt* off, and I needed to do it quietly. With a /sexy/ on one hand and a *sultry* on the other, I had to get them into /gorgeous/, which was tucked into *gorgeous pants*, and could easily be mistaken for /gorgeous waistband/. I needed to be quick and quiet. My heart was pounding in my ears, my palms were sweaty, and my breath came in short bursts. But I had to be quiet. <br><br>I took another deep breath, slipped my fingers under his belt, and pulled /sexy/ and /sultry/ up his shirt as I did it. My hands grazed his skin under the fabric. With a /sexy/ basically sitting on *gorgeous waistband* and /sultry /sitting on *gorgeous belly button*, I was able to easily pull his shirt over his head. I tucked it into my waistband and turned around. For a second, I looked around the room and was worried I would be caught. I took a deep breath and went to plan girl. <br><br>“Alright, hot stuff, time for the planned heist.” <br><br>She looked at me with a mixture of confusion and irritation. She got her answer by looking at her shirt, where the buttons had basically fallen off at the seams. I got two more /sexy/s and a /sultry/ for the effort. I took them and tucked them into my waistband, where the four joined /gorgeous/. <br><br>I nodded towards the hatch, and plan girl followed me with only a hair of hesitation. We made our way over to the wall and I found my count and matched it against the plan, and sure enough, we had enough room for two. We stood, and I held the count out between us. As I did, I let basically my entire crotch range guard F’s post. I didn’t know if he would notice, /but basically/, perhaps, my /sexy planned girl/ was there to work her charm on me. <br><br>Let me first introduce my sexy planned girl. She is what you call a /seductress/, basically a vixen, a femme fatale, a /hussy/, I guess. She is, as you have probably figured out by now basically sitting in the box for what could be called a crime of /sultry passion/, /illicit /love/, / basically / sitting *crime of lust*, and perhaps /hussy /* criminal