Oh, how he hated this wretched place. Left to rot for 30 years and then some by his own flesh and blood..! Oh, revenge sounded like music to his rundown sensors. Laying limp against one of the mold-coated walls, he knew he needed out. Standing with an eerie grinding of rusted gears, he moved to the office, limping and dragging his mechanical limbs. "Goo..d ev..ening." The voice was pained and breathy, but still somewhat understandable. It hurt to talk, but he needed out- one way..or another.