Gadget chuckled as he laid another brick onto the ever growing wall as Mike attempted to scream through his gag, only rousing further guffaws from the crazed detective. "Well Mike, you know what they say." Gadget slathered an especially generous amount of mortar onto the line of bricks before him. The final piece of his magnum opus would soon be complete. "There's only one thing I hate more than mad agents..." The former Cinemassacre member turned hostage futilely tried to break his restraints. With no progress having been made of his many impotent attempts at escape, he only then realized he was without a doubt in his mind trapped. "Big nerds.", the mechanical madman finished curtly. As he finally lay the ceiling on this clay prison he had constructed for Mr. Matei, he couldn't help but smile to himself, reflecting on all those previous encounters with Dr. Claw. If only it had been this easy. Opening the one and only exit out of the secluded, isolated deathtrap of a room, the Inspector turned around and spoke one last time to his tech-savvy captive, his speech barely permeating through the thick brown bricks of his eternal prison. "This all could have been avoided had you just let me do the review, Mike." The last sound Michael Matei ever heard was the door slamming behind his former friend. As he considered the inescapable situation he had found himself in, Mike now understood the treacherous cyborg's fascination with brown bricks. After 3 days he realized there was no hope, no chance of rescue, nothing. As his stomach growled and the last spark of life faded from his dying eyes he weakly muttered to himself, "I just wanted to be creative."
