“Bring me those contracts-
Don’t you mess with me!”
“Don’t mess with King Diiiice~!” she sang, tapping her feet to the tunes of the room. “Don’t mess with meeeee~!”
Throughout her playtime, Kathrine must have spent about five hours in this room alone in her twelve-hour run. To her, the song was delightful; the jazzy tunes, the Cab Calloway-esque voice, the bobbing of King Dice along to the song, she just couldn’t help but sing along. She couldn’t figure out why, but she had a weird love for King Dice; was it his cocky and arrogant nature? Was it his spiffy fashion sense, with his sharp suit and cute bow-tie? Was it his singing voice, singing the very song she was joining in? Was it related to her love of object heads in general? She didn’t quite care, but she knew that this was going to be the last time she would be in this room.
As she lacked the perfectionist natu