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[the Sphere turns on, unbeknownst to him. He's just walking into his room after making a very disquieting trip to level 15. after much research and looking around--after all, a lot of those dark smudges were very suspicious looking, but even his sonic screwdriver wasn't able to discern what it was. And that disturbed him even more.

[has a blank, thoughtful face on, but throws on a smile when he realizes that the Sphere is broadcasting]

Well, looks like my favourite robotic chippy's closed up shop. And here I was, finally getting used to the oil.

Oh well! Wouldn't be the first time my favourite eat-out has closed its doors. There was this fantastic yakitori stand just outside of Tokyo. Sauce like you wouldn't believe! But, anyway, the owner crossed Oda Nobunaga the wrong way and...well, you can only guess how that one turned out...

[goes silent for a second, and wanders into the kitchen, which is still in the same state it was a couple days ago, except with far more foot prints, both bare and trainer-shaped ones, and two sets of tall piles consisting of four different kind of biscuits, and only he, and Oliver, know why they're separated like that.]

[scratches his head] Suppose I could try to make my own here... Nah. Maybe something else. Don't know what.

Don't know if I feel hungry any more...