(Annoyed then move to confident fast-paced monologue) That sure won't get old so fast, *sigh and follow by a deep breath*, so what brings the esteemed chief of police, one of the prestigious republic city councilmen, and the avatar to my humble yet very fancy abode?

(Confident, slightly evil sounding) Ah, so, this... - I sense- is partially a personal grudge? is that why I see no officers, and perhaps no search warrant?

(Confident, medium/fast paced monologue then move to slow and raspy in the last sentence) Oh you're more than welcome to search my property, Chief, on one condition, you leave my personal workshop to last, the place is so messy and it needs a bit of "tidying up."