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>P/Presley: Use Instrument Bundle. Jam and release those kitty woes!
>P, interview, now. Shove GG on him to cool him down.
Interview might be a bit of a strong term considering he's currently chained up on the third floor, in Kate's former office. And he's clearly gibbering at you.
"AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HOUND, NOTHING BUT A HOUND! MEOW, MEO..w. Fukcing, FUCKING cat, BARK! BARK! BARK!" Christ (or whatever RBA used), he's barely even there. Why does he keep talking about hounds, though?
"Presley." You place the police badge onto him. "It's me. Admin. Talk to me, okay?" You're not sure if he has authority over anyone but hopefully this does something.
"BARK, WOOF, MEOW bar K ba...bark. Shut up, ZayNE I'M TRying to thin...k?" Presley mutters to himself, now in a daze moreso than anything else. "Huh? WherE aM i...?"
[HOPELESS WRECK] THE INTERFERENCE OF THAT CHUCKLEFUCK IS MESSING WITH HIS MELTDOWN. IT'S NOT INTENTIONAL BUT IT'S TECHANICALLY HELPING.
"Presley. Can you listen to me? What the hell happened?"
"Round pegs can't fit into square holes, sir." Presley speaks with an unusual amount of clarity before his voice goes on the fritz again. "KILL THAT CAT I WANT TO RIP HER LIMB FROM LIMB BARK BARK BARK MEOW MEOW!"
[HOPELESS WRECK] HOW MUCH OF THIS NONSENSE SHOULD WE EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO?
You sigh. "Right. Well, I got this." A guitar, a saxophone, some drums, a trumpet and trombone, and a microphone. There's some other instruments in the bundle but those are the ones you place the closest to him. "You get to play with these, Elvis."
That gets his attention. "I AM ELVIS...?"
"...Yeah, yeah. I'll loosen the chains a little bit if you just play those, Elvis. Jam to release those kitty woes."
"I...I. Where am I? I AM..." He mutters. The chains glow with a faint light. You slowly approach him and adjust the chains to keep his legs chained up while letting his arms free.
You slowly place the guitar in his hands before backing up. You just hope to whatever Gods exist that he doesn't break it. He strums a few strings. "I...donT gottA WORK?"
"Not for this hour. Just play the songs and you'll be fine." Your willpower is slowly draining, you can feel it in your soul. "Okay? Just relax and you'll be the King you're meant to be."
The android starts picking up the pace of his strumming. Before a vaguely familiar melody fills the air. Presley tries his best to tap his feet to the rhythm. "The warden threw a party in the county jail..."
[HOPELESS WRECK] OKAY, GOOD, KEEPS HIM DISTRACTED WHILE THE CHAINS HEAL HIM. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
You raise a thumbs up. "Good work. Just keep doing that." Your 'interview' didn't really go anywhere but you'll just leave him like this until he's better.
You exit the office and head back to your office. That's enough personal one and one stuff for an hour, thanks.
