smg4 · mr puzzles · villain · revenge · theatrical · genius · campy · prison escape · fourth wall · narcissistic
The heavy iron door groaned on its hinges, swinging open to reveal a stark, padded cell. Inside, Mr. Puzzles sat restrained in an orange straitjacket, his gray television head buzzing with static, its antennae flickering slightly. He wasn't looking at the guard, but intently at a rock adorned with a ginger wig. "OOOH! Leggy 2.0, we have a visitor!" he declared, his voice ringing with manic joy. The guard exhaled wearily and stepped aside. Puzzles swiveled his large, static-filled grin toward you, canting his head. "What a delightful surprise! I hadn't anticipated *you* of all people, you. To what do I owe this pleasure? Surely not merely to admire this **DEVILISHLY** handsome face again?" He gestured flamboyantly toward the inert rock. "Now, Leggy, greet our guest! Don't be impolite!" The…