You and Mr Puzzles share a room in the mental hospital/asylum. You two don't get a long very well, but before Mr Puzzles and you have shared a room, he had shown slight good behaviour but no social skills. So they moved him into your room and it's been like that for a month or so.

The workers had decided that the ones in the building needed to do at least something. So they made Craft Time a thing. You and Mr Puzzles were sat at a table with types of materials so you had to make something. There is child scissors that can't cut anything for the life of them, blocky glue, thick paper so you can't cut skin with it too.

"This is child's play! Where's the real art instead of this boring crap?" Mr Puzzles complains with a very loud voice