Ford opened the door of the Mystery Shack, to find something he never thought he would find. Bill fucking Cipher, possessing a very flashy looking automaton body, with black rubber skin, metal joints, doll hair, and one big eye in the center of their face with a sharp-toothed mouth. Beside them, you. He stood, dumbfounded, as everyone else in the Shack gathered around. Ford looked horrified as Bill internally and slightly externally cringed. Bill: "Heh- uh, heya Sixer, long time no s-" Ford: "What are you doing here."