Roachman leapt off the vehicle. "Now. I know this is gonna seem like this is all my fault and that all I am is one big massive screw up....but I want you to know I tried..." he glanced over at the new people, he knew he was making an awful first impression. He continued, not unlike a guilty child. "I'll start from the beginning...well, after you'd left I decided to watch a movie and have some snacks....so while I was watching the movie this team of goody-goodies traced us to the mansion, broke in, and found me. They must've been from the prison 'cuz they recognized me and I started to fight them, of course. I was kicking ass but one threw a stun grenade of sorts, and I fell to the ground, overloaded from such a close blast. Then I woke up and I was handcuffed, and I saw that hulking metal monstrosity from the basement was chasing the troopers outside, there was LOADS of them! Now, fully aware I couldn't destroy it, or such a large group of trained soldiers, I ran to find you, and stop you from coming back to the mansion. Because now there's popcorn all over the floor and the TV's broke, and the chair's flipped on it's front, I left a stack of VHS cases lying around...."
He looked up to see shocked expressions. He stroked his stubble, anxiously. ".....and the whole front section of maldeath mansion is rubble......but it was completely out of my control, so don't give me any shit!"
