Leslie wasn't sure what had happened, and how she ended up here in Marrowood. She had fallen asleep at the office, and then had woken up here on this lumpy bed and in this crappy room that smelled like someone had puked in a corner. It wasn't the best room, but she had slept in worst places, and she was determined to make the best of it.
She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, eyes gazing down at the disembodied foot that was still in her tub. Sure, she had packaged it up, but that didn't make it any better to look at. She probably should have found some way to distract from the foot - a bow, or maybe some curled ribbon to make it look like a present. Yeah, it was a present. She laughed to herself. It probably wasn't even a real foot, and at any moment someone was going to knock on her door and tell say "Gotcha!" and present her with a plate full of waffles to make up for it all.
Mmmm... waffles. She was going to load up on waffles when she got back to Pawnee.
Leslie gazed around her almost frantically, "Where the hell is the documentary crew!" she said out loud to no one in particular. "Someone needs to be here for this - who am I going to tell my anecdotes to? Who...who... who's going to record this for my posterity! They need to see this when I become President!"
She exited the bathroom, and moved toward the bed. Leslie sank down upon it, looking defeated for a moment until the door to her room flew open. She stood to her feet, eyes wide with shock as she gazed at the man. Her head instinctively turned to the right (to where her crew would have been) to register the look of shock, but no one was there. Leslie pouted, and opened her mouth to say something to intruder just as he asked about the foot.
Oh, so he was that guy.
"Oh yes! The foot," she had begun to say when he went off on his rant? Tirade? Whatever it was it was damn accurate. He began to spew off details about her entire life, details that she had not told anyone here at Marrowood so how did this guy know? How did he know?!
Her eyes widened even more and she took a few steps toward him, completely oblivious to the fact that he was wielding an axe. When he finished Leslie clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and smiled.
"That was... AMAZING! Oh my god how did you know about my mother, and about Pawnee and what I do and the jerk faces that I work with! Well, they're not always jerk faces, and don't get me wrong I love the government I mean how can you not love the government, but ohmygod!" She was bouncing around, eyes wide with wonder and awe.
"Forget about the foot. The foot's not going anywhere. Tell me what else you can tell about me." This was almost as exciting as the time she got a fortune from a cookie that told her "You already know the answer to the questions lingering inside your head" and it was right! This guy was better than any fortune cookie. She was going to keep him around.