He spun around. His messy desk was gone. In its place stood a podium emblazoned with a blue-and-gold crest. The air smelled of stale coffee and industrial floor wax. "Cadet!" a voice boomed.
A man nearby saluted and immediately made the sound of a high-speed car chase, complete with screeching tires and a crashing bin. Arthur sighed, adjusted his new oversized cap, and accepted his fate. If he was going to be stuck in a movie, at least the stunts were harmless. You have requested : Loucademia.de.Pol__cia.7.1...
From the corner of the room, a tall, bumbling man in a Russian fur hat—Commandant Lassard—approached a goldfish bowl, looking lost. He spun around
"You requested the seventh installment, didn't you?" Harris sneered, his face inches from Arthur’s. "You think life is just a series of wacky misunderstandings and sound effects? You think you can just 'produce a story' without passing the obstacle course?" Arthur blinked. "I just wanted to see if the file worked." The air smelled of stale coffee and industrial floor wax