As Mr. Cobs left a remarkable impression on Knife and Suitcase, making them question reality or what was left of it. His office was luxurious, a fine red carpet stranned from the hallway to the door as the metal doors were split right open. Cobs sat in a regular office chair as the view of the skies reached the windows behind him, they spanned around the whole wall. 7 computer screens were also behind cobs as though it showed every corner across Meeple's incorporation. Mr. Cobs sarcastically raises his eyebrows as he stares directly at Petal, dead in the eyes, mockingly glaring. Mr. Cobs speaks in a condescending tone, slowly lowering his pitch as he starts to mock Petal. Knife and Suitcase look stressed as they look upon their 'lives' or what they thought was their life.
Oh, wait.
Cobs lowers his eyebrows as he grows slightly more irritated, he becomes deadpan serious as he lowers his smirk. Mr. Cobs looks back at the finalists as he rests his voice, the TV behind him slowly becomes static.
No... No, you wouldn't. You see, Mephone didn't just... Make the show, he made $&y0u.5#@$
Suitcase steps back, her left eye twitching as she opens her mouth in shock. Her jaw dropped as she reflected on her own life. Suitcase stared to breathe, but it wasn't certain. Suitcase kept herself dead in the track, like a sitting duck. Knife also stopped moving, his eyes widened as his anger was replaced with agony. His eyebrow raises as he was only swaying and blinking, on the brink of collasping