#submas garrett

Emmet: Well, isn’t that fascinating. We haven’t been here in so long, we almost forgot the assembly line! Those were good days.

Ingo: Don’t worry, they’re being brought to personality installation, where they’ll receive their colors as well. Or… they should be. The line doesn’t seem to be active, and I doubt it has been any time recently.

I didn’t realise they get flustered so easily.

Garrett: AWWW W W,, THEYR SOOO T5UND3RE!~

Understandably you can’t fully trust others words but if Garrett is the only one ya have beef with and he is helping for a suppose -good cause- can’t you file him under the preoccupation of performing - Community service- for the twins?

Sheriffs: Hm… well, we could…

Garrett: YOS!!! WE R D0IN COMYUNITIE SURVICE!!! WE V BEEN GUD, PR0MISS!

Sheriffs: And can you fellers confirm this?

Ingo: Uh… sure! Yeah, he’s been helpful!

Emmet: He defended us from… uh… no one. No fights whatsoever.

Sheriffs: Well, we’ll be… tell ya what. We’ll escort ya to the control room, just so no funny business happens, ya hear?

Ingo: Uhhh…

Garrett: YEPPP!! IME WAYY HIGH UP RN! ALMOS 2 THE TOPP! ALMOS THERE…

Garrett, you better do what these fine gentlemen want.

Emmet: W-wait! He’s been guarding us, you must let him pass!

Ingo: We need his assistance to get into the control room-

Sheriffs: Fat chance, partners. He’s wanted for several counts of first degree murder.

Emmet: And what gives you that authority?!

Sheriffs: Heh… God ‘imself, I spose.

Garrett: W3DDERS???!?

Ingo: HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!?

Emmet: A-and where did your ARM go?!?

*pets you*

Ingo: O-oh goodness!

Emmet: W-well… I mean, it’s not like we don’t like it…