[Ever since Bad Cop came to this idiotic place, he's had to be constantly worried about being stepped on, maneuvering around extremely large obstacles, dealing with people trying to disassemble him to find out how he works....what a bunch of oversized weirdos. He wouldn't need to worry about any of this if they were in Bricksburg.
Bad Cop is on his way to attempt to make a cup of coffee...somehow. He's walking on the floor and gazing up at the cabinets, trying to evaluate how to make his way up when he notices the mess. He cranes his head to spot the can on Wilkins Coffee™ on the counter.
...But then he remembers the announcement that was made and how any one of these sickos could try to kill someone to be the "best villain", and he grimaces, glancing over his shoulder to try and catch anyone sneaking up on him.
Maybe he should try calling out? His head spins around, allowing Good Cop to peer around the room.]
We'll Have Wilkins Coffee ™
Bad Cop is on his way to attempt to make a cup of coffee...somehow. He's walking on the floor and gazing up at the cabinets, trying to evaluate how to make his way up when he notices the mess. He cranes his head to spot the can on Wilkins Coffee™ on the counter.
...But then he remembers the announcement that was made and how any one of these sickos could try to kill someone to be the "best villain", and he grimaces, glancing over his shoulder to try and catch anyone sneaking up on him.
Maybe he should try calling out? His head spins around, allowing Good Cop to peer around the room.]
Helloooooo? Anyone here?