A vast waste of white space enveloped 2B's vision. He rambles across Paper, unsure where to go, until a thud and scrape could be heard in the distance. The sounds draw grow closer and closer. In a panic he trips over rubbery bones, and is met by the monstrous Unholy Ruler that bars his way from freedom. It roars a challenge between clenched millimetre teeth, "You may only live if you answer this one riddle. How can there be no rules if the only rule is 'no rules'?" 2B gulps, but the answer reveals itself, "Rules are only an illusion!"