Anderson smiled almost cruelly. He was quite proud of his Factory. He crossed his arms, his bones sounding as if they'd crack at any moment. His skin was quite pale, as if he was dead, (which he was. He was quite literally an immortal corpse). He looked absolutely terrible. There were holes in his body, and his neck looked as if something had been wrapped too tightly around it.

"They were fools for hanging me." He said, almost laughing psychotically.