Frank Honey, somewhere in a donut shop that was currently phasing between a bakery and a parking lot, replied: “Uh, sir? The jelly donuts just turned into 2×4 bricks. Still taste like jelly, though. So that’s… a win?”
Three months ago, after the original arrest, Rex had been locked away in Albatross Prison Island. But he hadn’t been plotting an escape. He’d been studying. He’d learned that Lego City’s reality wasn’t solid—it was a repack . A compressed archive of code, bricks, and missions, constantly unpacking and repacking to save memory.
Chase grabbed a nearby grappling hook, but it repacked into a .txt file mid-swing. He fell, rolled, and landed in a dumpster full of half-decompressed hot dogs.
“We leave it in the recycle bin,” he said. “And empty it once a month. Just to be sure.”