He hated elevators. Especially the ones that

He hated elevators. Especially the ones that spoke. 'Thirteenth floor... Doors are open....Mind your step......Have a nice day...', all that unpersonal friendliness made him feel

less connected than he already was to everyday life. Another thing he hated about elevators, was traveling while standing still. Things were always changing around

without his permission, and he could no longer tolerate it. It was time to take command, and once he had the elevators under control, the next step would be

to locate this self-named "Cowboy." He'd always hated Americans, ever since they'd won WWII. This heist was his personal revenge. He needed to get him on the walkie-talkie

Dr Angry Pants, come in Dr Angry Pants. chshh This is Dr Angry Pants chshh. I need your help tracking the coyboy. chshh. Consider it done. Meet me at 0:300. Over and Out chshh.

My walkie talkie battery was dying. I knew where the mythical LegoCowboy was hiding, and it was just a matter of getting there. (Chrshsh) Dr AngryPants can you hear me? (Chrsh)

bridge to Candy Land. I could pay the toll, but my Monopoly money is all gone. Guess I'll have to grab Colonel Mustard and the candlestick in the ballroom to bribe him. Once over

the candy-coated bridge, I could see the Peppermint Forest and the Gumdrop Mountains. Lolly was out there somewhere, I knew. Then I stepped on a discarded gingerbread plum and slid

headlong into Diabetic Valley. It was there I discovered Lolly. She licked her sugar addiction & became a lesbian vegan wellness coach. How's that for a sweet ending?