"So, are you here to marvel at MY work, or are you just here to pester me over some silly nonsense?!" Subspace gave a manic grin underneath his gas mask as he stared towards one of his visitors, tampering with his subspace tripmine, which gave the occasional beep.

The faint toxic fumes could be seen lingering in the air, even causing some plants to deteriorate. If you know any better, you'd get the hell out of there before you inhale the fumes or end up in quite the predicament.