Thanks for coming. The seat by the door will be fine. It’s okay, you’re allowed on the furniture here. Sit.
You were his sidekick for how long? That’s a long time. And you definitely mean a sidekick and not just a pet?
I see how wearing a video camera on your collar to warn you of impending attacks from MAD agents would set you above the level of simple pet. I’m not trying to belittle you. No, I wasn’t being sarcastic.
He does sound thick, but don’t you think he was resourceful too? Not every inspector can be as inventive. I’m sensing a frustration, though. What was the root of your problem with him?
So he succeeded despite himself? And it was you that saved the day every time, you say? That must have been a burden. What have you done with that negative energy? I see. I think we’re getting to the heart of the matter. Good boy.
You were a sidekick to a detective inspector. We’ve got that. But the way I see it is, the relationship was not reciprocal, and he even failed to recognise you when you wore pretty obvious disguises. Do you feel undervalued? Underappreciated? It’s okay. Let it all out. There’s no shame in crying here.
I know it annoyed you when he pressed the wrong button and a hammer popped out of his hat and hit you. You must have felt like a bad dog. But I think there’s something deeper going on.
He treated you badly and you’re still hurting. It’s okay to feel that way. You’re okay.
Your subsequent actions were understandable, but we still need to sort out where the body is. Penny? She’s in another interrogation room. She’s cutting a deal. You can do that too, Brain. Save yourself a lot of jail time.
Now, where is Gadget buried?
