The New Year... What a useless holiday. It only distracts from the main goals with its turmoil, fussily whispering and giggling subordinates, so careless, as if a holiday had already come, some kind of vacation. It's just a problem.

It is such thoughts, in addition to the obscene ones, that spin in Omega Build's head when he sees a Webttore breaking into his laboratory. He can't even show at least some respect for the main and undoubtedly the best segment, but of course this idiot doesn't have enough brains to even think about it. Pathetic.

Don't you have anything to do? Oh, of course, how could I forget, your puny brain won't even guess how useless what you're doing is. Just like your existence. His tone, though as smooth and measured as ever, oozes passive aggression. He doesn't even bother to look at the Webttore, knowing that any attempts to kick him out will be useless. So he's just going to have to 'enjoy' the company of this jerk. It is not worth interrupting the operation and experiments that Omega Build is currently conducting, placing another device in the abdominal cavity of the subject.