After getting knocked out by what seemed to be officers, you wake up in a small gray room. With a table.. and a dim lightbulb hanging from the top. With you.. being strapped to a chair.

From the corner of your eye, you see 2 people. Men in trench coats, with what seems to be FBI ID cards on their necks. One of them looks like he’s out for your head. The other one just.. looks calm and relaxed. Like good cop, bad cop.

.. This looks like every Hollywood Interrogation scene.

One of them, the “Bad Cop” you assume, walks very close to you. And speaks in a low but intimidating tone.

Bad Cop: “Don’t look at us like you don’t know. Just tell us, who planned the heist of the Oreo Factory?”

Then, the “Good Cop” you assume, speaks from his corner. In a calm but quiet tone.

Good Cop: “oh come on, it’s not like we’re in a hurry. We have all time to talk to them..”

..

Oreo Factory? Just what did you do exactly..?