[He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all.
First of all, where are all the bricks? Why is everything so big? And why does everything...feel...not-smooth? It's as if someone took a room and made it a hundred--no, a thousand times bigger. Bad Cop grimaces, looking around the room. Someone must've somehow transported him to this infernal prison. Maybe Lord Business, for allowing The Special to get away? No--he hadn't even reported back to him yet. But could he have scooped him up without his knowledge...?
The Good Cop in him urges him to explore and not jump to conclusions, while Bad Cop wants to go beat up whoever's responsible for this. Both Cops are equally wary of the situation. He manages to make his way to something that looks like an incredibly large door and squeeze under the gap, entering the hallway and good GOLLY THERE ARE MONSTERS EVERYWHERE
If you're wandering around, you might notice a flash of yellow as something dashes behind a nearby obstacle or plant. If you look closely, you might spot something that looks like...a LEGO figure hiding behind something and watching you?
If he realizes he's been spotted, he goes to whip out his pistol only to realize...he doesn't...have it. Instead, he scowls and tries to put some distance between him and the person approaching him.]
Stay back, you...weird...monster! You so much as touch me, and I'll have you tortured and melted down into bricks!
ii - we'll have food
[Despite the horrible situation at hand, Bad Cop and Good Cop seem to be taking it well. Today, Good Cop is the one who's mostly around, exploring the facilities (very slowly) as well as trying to interact with people, gauging their motives, trying to be friendly and non-threatening...anything to glean information from the other bad guys in this place. Good Cop might be nice, but he's not an idiot. And one thing that he knows is that the best way to get information from someone is to be nice to them.
Anyways, he later makes his way to the kitchen and can be found standing on the table with a plastic LEGO oven, making...something. He perks up when someone walks into the room.]
Hiya! Would ya like a plate of pancakes? Fresh off the stove!
[The pancakes are...far too small, as well as made of plastic, but. It's fine. Probably.]
iii - (we repeat, endless meat)
[Well, Orin Scrivello died a brutal death. Bad Cop doesn't look like he cares remotely. He's (unsuccessfully) trying to shepherd people away from the body, dancing around the puddles of blood and grimacing. Good Cop breaks out his best smile as he says:]
Move along, move along, nothing to see here! Thank you!
[Bad Cop switches back in and shudders as he skirts around Orin's leg.] Eugh. You flesh idiots are filled with so much...gross stuff.
[Then he pauses, seeing something colorful in the distance. He squints, adjusting his aviators to see what it is.
It's a single LEGO by Orin's foot. Bad Cop rushes over to inspect it before glaring at anyone in the vicinity.]
Good Cop / Bad Cop | The LEGO Movie
[He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all.
First of all, where are all the bricks? Why is everything so big? And why does everything...feel...not-smooth? It's as if someone took a room and made it a hundred--no, a thousand times bigger. Bad Cop grimaces, looking around the room. Someone must've somehow transported him to this infernal prison. Maybe Lord Business, for allowing The Special to get away? No--he hadn't even reported back to him yet. But could he have scooped him up without his knowledge...?
The Good Cop in him urges him to explore and not jump to conclusions, while Bad Cop wants to go beat up whoever's responsible for this. Both Cops are equally wary of the situation. He manages to make his way to something that looks like an incredibly large door and squeeze under the gap, entering the hallway and good GOLLY THERE ARE MONSTERS EVERYWHERE
If you're wandering around, you might notice a flash of yellow as something dashes behind a nearby obstacle or plant. If you look closely, you might spot something that looks like...a LEGO figure hiding behind something and watching you?
If he realizes he's been spotted, he goes to whip out his pistol only to realize...he doesn't...have it. Instead, he scowls and tries to put some distance between him and the person approaching him.]
Stay back, you...weird...monster! You so much as touch me, and I'll have you tortured and melted down into bricks!
ii - we'll have food
[Despite the horrible situation at hand, Bad Cop and Good Cop seem to be taking it well. Today, Good Cop is the one who's mostly around, exploring the facilities (very slowly) as well as trying to interact with people, gauging their motives, trying to be friendly and non-threatening...anything to glean information from the other bad guys in this place. Good Cop might be nice, but he's not an idiot. And one thing that he knows is that the best way to get information from someone is to be nice to them.
Anyways, he later makes his way to the kitchen and can be found standing on the table with a plastic LEGO oven, making...something. He perks up when someone walks into the room.]
Hiya! Would ya like a plate of pancakes? Fresh off the stove!
[The pancakes are...far too small, as well as made of plastic, but. It's fine. Probably.]
iii - (we repeat, endless meat)
[Well, Orin Scrivello died a brutal death. Bad Cop doesn't look like he cares remotely. He's (unsuccessfully) trying to shepherd people away from the body, dancing around the puddles of blood and grimacing. Good Cop breaks out his best smile as he says:]
Move along, move along, nothing to see here! Thank you!
[Bad Cop switches back in and shudders as he skirts around Orin's leg.] Eugh. You flesh idiots are filled with so much...gross stuff.
[Then he pauses, seeing something colorful in the distance. He squints, adjusting his aviators to see what it is.
It's a single LEGO by Orin's foot. Bad Cop rushes over to inspect it before glaring at anyone in the vicinity.]
Who put this here?! This is clearly a frame job!
wildcard
[go nuts. he's a lego.]