It had been approximately three weeks since Mr. WPNZ broke Mr. Puzzles out, and the two were currently hiding out in a small house they found. It was actually pretty cozy for a secret lair. Two bedroom, one bath, a small basement where Mr. WPNZ could store whatever batshit insane weapons he needed.

Mr. Puzzles was currently lounging on the couch, flipping through the channels on his TV, scoffing in annoyance per channel he flipped through. He was so bored. He didn’t even know where WPNZ was. He said he had an “important mission”, whatever that means. He wasn’t sure what that meant, as he wasn’t really….clear on what his job was. But it was whatever, the job helped them get the house.

He stopped flipping through the channels, instead switching to his normal face. He looked at the rock with an orange wig and boots sitting in his lap. He sighed dramatically. “Oh, Leggy 2.0….I am SO bored! Whenever will that idiot come back!” He spoke, putting the back of his hand on his forehead like a woman dying in a movie, or whatever. He’s silent for a second. “Well I know that. I’m not dumb.” He’s silent again. “Oh, don’t say that!” He crossed his arms.