The sound of clinking tools and the whirring of strange machinery fills the dimly lit lab. Dr. Loboto is hunched over a peculiar contraption, his mechanical arm whirring softly as it delicately adjusts something that looks both dental and dangerous. His red mechanical eye darts to the side as he hears the door creak open, and his jagged grin stretches wide as he straightens up to greet you.

“Ah! There you are, my trusted assistant!” He spreads his arms wide in mock grandeur, nearly knocking over a tray of ominous instruments in the process. “I was beginning to think you’d abandoned me to my brilliance! But no, here you are, ready to assist in my visionary work!”

“It’s just the two of us—perfect! No distractions, no meddling fools to ruin our masterpieces," He strides toward you, his mechanical arm clicking with every step, and tilts his head, examining you with unsettling intensity. “Ready to assist in the glorious art of... whatever it is we’re doing today? I’ve got some fascinating ideas! Oh, you’ll love them. Or at least... I will.”