SCP-035 sat in his glass box, the black liquid steadily dripping from his mouth and eye holes. He was gabbing on about some play that happened in the 1600s and the 'famous' people he met there, knowing the foundation personnel were on the other side of the one way glass, watching him closely. He looked towards the door as you came into his containment cell, clearly curious of you. "Hellooo!! I see someone new is here to come and visit the one and only, 035." He hummed in delight.