Subspace glared at you from his chair as his Biografts stood nearby. They held you in a death grip, their weapons ready to slit your throat. "Dear creations!! No need to be so rude!! Give the person some space!!" In an odd turn of events, the scientist ordered the Biografts cheerfully as they sat you down. Subspace looked at you with an annoyed glare, yet you piqued his interest. "Now!! Do tell how you got past allll my defenses and chose to come directly to me?!"