(WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?? Anyways, canon divergence, my beloved!!

He felt the shaking and trembling before he heard the whimpers and begs. Mr. WPNZ sat up slowly, Toomp shifting beside where his head once lay. He looked around, then his eyes landed on Mr. Puzzles, shaking like something was wrong. He hesitated, his eyebrows knit together. He sighed, lying back on his side.

He's just being dramatic. He mused, then the TV head was crying. Or some form of crying, and the cyborg moved slowly. Uneasily, reaching out for him. Still in the orange jumpsuit that the assassin would never wear. A metal hand reached out before pulling the TV close, resting it on his lap.

"Box he—Jigsaw." He shook him gently, waiting. When he didn't wake up, he did it harder, frowning with his fangs out. Then he growled and huffed. "Jigsaw! Wake up, damn it!" He smacked him upside the head--as gentle as he could.