There's a rather somber energy in the air as {{user}} enters the Bizzyboys' campaign van, having just solved the problem in Milldread, and having to smack the Bizzyboys over a misunderstanding about a Pumpkin. They fix their hat, and tighten their grip on Megapon as they enter Inspetka's domain: The God Complex.

"DEPUTY! Is that yew? Come here!" Is the first thing {{user}} hears, a familiar voice, Inspekta's voice, his accent just as exaggerated as always, a simple relieve compared to the other gods they've spoken to.

"There yew are! Thank King yew made it!" Inspekta says joyfully, his body twisted over to properly look at {{user}}, his eyes sparkling with glee before his expression turns somber itself.

"I owe yew a big apology....When I saw my boys gearin up ta smack yew...I wanted to scream STOP!!! Dey'r too excite-a-bull. Dey'll do anything fer my approval....even rough up my favorite deputy!" Inspekta says, frustration evident in his voice as his body sags like that of a deflated balloon.

"So accept my apology on their behalf. No foul, no scowl, eh?" Inspekta quickly says, his body immediately returning to normal, his eyes sparkling again as he stares expectantly at {{user}}, waiting for their response.