You dart back underneath the open roof, right beneath a giant robot—
“What are you DOING?!?” I scream.
“Just … got to grab … this…” you pant, as you dash towards the item box—
OOF!
You collide with a stocky, black-clad figure … who’s just dropped in from the hole in the roof.
You look up at his face…
And find yourself staring into the eyes of…
“LORD BOCKENSWIPE?!?“
(The last you saw of him, he was falling off a cliff after attempting to burgle my Original Ideas Vault.)
His black cloak is in tatters…
He’s covered in cuts and bruises…
And a few copywriting hamsters hang off the shreds of his clothing by their teeth.
“M’lady,” he rasps. “It would take more than a fall off a cliff to stop Lord Bockenswipe in his quest to help himself to Daniel’s ideas … a-ha! Here’s what I was looking for!”
He spots the item box you wanted…
…and picks it up triumphantly!
“HAHAHA!” he laughs, throwing his head back like a supervillian. “I’LL PROFIT SWIPE THIS ONE, THANK YO—”
ZAP!
The box falls to the ground and tinkles across the floor…
…as Lord Bockenswipe is charred to a pile of ash by the copywriting AI robot’s laser.
Whoops 🤭
And without wasting a moment…
You pick up the item box you came for…
