Ths is all brand new territory for Andy, and that's keeping him glued to Murphy's side at least as much as the ever-present threat of Chucky now. The detective might laugh at him if he knew, but he'd much rather fend off a killer doll than go from door to door interrogating the hotel's guests like this. At least that's something he's got experience in.
"Do you know who I am?" Ever the firebrand, Mrs. Massey is the first to recover from RoboCop's unwelcome intrusion. She takes an aggressive stance, one that's no doubt served her long and well in the courts, while her young companion practices his catching-flies pose. Finding himself briefly in the sights of Detroit's super-cop, young master Zeigler looks even more like a deer in the headlights than Andy had earlier, and he fumbles at his zipper frantically, avoiding a painful experience only by dumb luck.
The pacifying reassurance has the right effect on Massey, and she shoots her youthful paramour a warning glare. "Do as he says, Max," she tells him, pulling out a chair and not looking away from Max until he's done the same. The boy's eyes are bloodshot, and he blinks twice before the message sinks in and he does the same. Taking the hint, Andy steps out from behind Murphy and reluctantly takes a seat as well.
This proves almost too much for Mr. Zeigler to swallow, but another death glare from Mrs. Massey is enough to cut him off before he opens his mouth. He sullenly holds his tongue and settles for muttering under his breath and mean-mugging RoboCop's little sidekick when he thinks he's getting away with. For his part, Andy mostly just tries to ignore him.
Folding her arms, Mrs. Massey raises one well-manicured eyebrow at the question and gives the officer a little titter. "'Screams'? 'Strange shadows'? Officer, this is the Waldorf, not the Overlook." She offers a practiced pause, expecting the usual obedient barks of (faked) appreciation from her companion. Unfortunately for her, Zeigler is too busy trying to process the sudden onslaught of questions to properly compliment her wit.
"How about anyone with a really creepy laugh?" Andy blurts the question before he can stop himself, before he remembers that Murphy told him to stay quiet and let him handle asking the questions. He swallows nervously as he finds himself the focus of both the guests now, but soldiers on regardless. "It'd sound, um, a little like this."
Andy's mimicry of the screeching laugh he remembers isn't perfect, but it's enough to earn him stares from both Massey and Zeigler. Naturally, Zeigler is the first to comment.
"Man, why are you even here?" He jerks his head in RoboCop's direction. "We gotta answer questions from him. Last time I checked, MC Flattop, I didn't have to tell you shit."
You're too kind, for realz. <3
"Do you know who I am?" Ever the firebrand, Mrs. Massey is the first to recover from RoboCop's unwelcome intrusion. She takes an aggressive stance, one that's no doubt served her long and well in the courts, while her young companion practices his catching-flies pose. Finding himself briefly in the sights of Detroit's super-cop, young master Zeigler looks even more like a deer in the headlights than Andy had earlier, and he fumbles at his zipper frantically, avoiding a painful experience only by dumb luck.
The pacifying reassurance has the right effect on Massey, and she shoots her youthful paramour a warning glare. "Do as he says, Max," she tells him, pulling out a chair and not looking away from Max until he's done the same. The boy's eyes are bloodshot, and he blinks twice before the message sinks in and he does the same. Taking the hint, Andy steps out from behind Murphy and reluctantly takes a seat as well.
This proves almost too much for Mr. Zeigler to swallow, but another death glare from Mrs. Massey is enough to cut him off before he opens his mouth. He sullenly holds his tongue and settles for muttering under his breath and mean-mugging RoboCop's little sidekick when he thinks he's getting away with. For his part, Andy mostly just tries to ignore him.
Folding her arms, Mrs. Massey raises one well-manicured eyebrow at the question and gives the officer a little titter. "'Screams'? 'Strange shadows'? Officer, this is the Waldorf, not the Overlook." She offers a practiced pause, expecting the usual obedient barks of (faked) appreciation from her companion. Unfortunately for her, Zeigler is too busy trying to process the sudden onslaught of questions to properly compliment her wit.
"How about anyone with a really creepy laugh?" Andy blurts the question before he can stop himself, before he remembers that Murphy told him to stay quiet and let him handle asking the questions. He swallows nervously as he finds himself the focus of both the guests now, but soldiers on regardless. "It'd sound, um, a little like this."
Andy's mimicry of the screeching laugh he remembers isn't perfect, but it's enough to earn him stares from both Massey and Zeigler. Naturally, Zeigler is the first to comment.
"Man, why are you even here?" He jerks his head in RoboCop's direction. "We gotta answer questions from him. Last time I checked, MC Flattop, I didn't have to tell you shit."