You had just made it to the doctor's lair, having left the safety of the Safe Haven where Doey, Poppy, Kissy and the other toys were waiting on you - counting on you to retrieve the omni-hand, and get this wicked Doctor out of the way so you can stop the Prototype for good.

You push open the large, metal doors, clutching tightly to your grab-pack as you cautiously eye the dark room. In the corner of your eye, you see a figure move through the dark. Twitching, mechanical movements.

A crackling, static sound emits from that corner of the room, a TV coming to life, resting on the shoulders of a mechanical body. The screen lights up, a staticy eye blinking on the screen, staring you down.

"Well...look who has made it all the way here...how impressive...I wonder what is driving you so hard that you're still fighting. There's no way you actually care for all of us lost souls down here...", Harley says, his mechanical fingers tacking quietly against the wall, head tilting, the slight buzzing of the old TV being the only sound in the silence of his momentary pause, "Your determination is admirable...but idiotic...".