A mechanical and nature-like beast erupts from a sea of bushes with a wicked laugh, having four heads and each with a different expression. The blades of spiked vines are twirling with the heads rotating and the mechanical machine is chomping with reckless abandon.

Head 1: Who dares enter the domain of our despair?!

Head 2: Peddles and pity for you, lone Lightner!

Head 3: What's going on? Is someone here?!

Head 4: Yes, you idiot!

They're now bickering with each other over nothing.