You slip the blow-pipe out of your pocket and drop to the floor.
With nary a sound you shoot the first dart at Yeomen. Fffft punk! You got 'im! He's sound asleep; you're in the car and movin' fast!
You then use your ears and shoot a dart (not *with* your ears, silly; I meant you...hear... stuff...) into the upper ceiling corner of the room, bidding the hanging student to look. Then, with a leap, a bound, and a silent somersault, you've cleared the room. Well, done, grasshopper. The rustle of your victorious pants sounds as you descend into the basement. The master's room draws near.
Written by Mr.Peaches on 19 November 2006