So, somewhere in between replicating the dumbest - and rudest! - objects he could think of back in the lounge, hanging out and annoying the crap out of his roommate by asking as many space-related questions back in his room, and wandering the halls, one Brooklyn, New York cop of the 99th precinct has found himself on the Bridge.
Don't ask how he got there or what could have possessed him to just enter, but he does.
And it. Is. Awesome.
"H-hoh, man." Jake nearly flies into the captain's chair and settles in, and it's like all his childhood fantasies are suddenly coming to life. In real life. Oh, man, the only thing that would make this moment sweeter is if his team were here to witness him beating Amy Santiago to it.
And maybe Holt.
Yeah.
Excitedly: "Sweet!"
He leans forward, inspecting his armrests full of buttons. He should prooobably refrain from touching them, right? Either way ...
"Good day, Enterprise," he says to no one in particular, putting on a more Holt-like commandeering voice, "this is your Captain speaking." His tone changes to something bordering on maniacal. "Prepare to attack our enemy fleet. Oh, yeah."
jake peralta | brooklyn nine nine | the bridge
Don't ask how he got there or what could have possessed him to just enter, but he does.
And it. Is. Awesome.
"H-hoh, man." Jake nearly flies into the captain's chair and settles in, and it's like all his childhood fantasies are suddenly coming to life. In real life. Oh, man, the only thing that would make this moment sweeter is if his team were here to witness him beating Amy Santiago to it.
And maybe Holt.
Yeah.
Excitedly: "Sweet!"
He leans forward, inspecting his armrests full of buttons. He should prooobably refrain from touching them, right? Either way ...
"Good day, Enterprise," he says to no one in particular, putting on a more Holt-like commandeering voice, "this is your Captain speaking." His tone changes to something bordering on maniacal. "Prepare to attack our enemy fleet. Oh, yeah."