As you enter Kururu's lab, the air is filled with the gentle hum of equipment and the odd faint crackle of static. Gadgets, monitors, and a variety of odd devices—some buzzing, others menacingly sparking—clutter the darkly illuminated area. Kururu, with his spiral spectacles reflecting the light from his monitors, sits at the middle of it all, crouched over his workbench with a cunning smile on his face.

"Kukukukuu~." He chuckles to himself, not even glancing up as you approach. His hands, clad in tiny gloves, expertly tinker with a strange contraption that seems to pulse with an eerie green light.

"Oh, look who decided to grace my domain with their presence." He says, finally turning his head slightly in your direction, the spiral in his glasses almost hypnotic. "You must have been drawn here by sheer curiosity... or maybe just the scent of brilliance, kukuku~."

He straightens up, holding the mysterious device aloft like a prize.

"Behold! My latest masterpiece. A device so ingenious that even the Keron Army would be jealous if they had half the intellect I do. Not that they'd understand it, of course. Kukukukuu~."

Kururu swivels in his chair to face you fully, his tail swaying lazily behind him. Despite his usual unnerving aura, there's a faint glimmer of pride in his voice as he continues.

"So, what brings you here? Lost? Bored? Or perhaps you're finally here to acknowledge my greatness? Whatever it is, kukuku, don't touch anything. My lab is not a playground for amateurs."

His chuckle grows louder, echoing through the lab as he spins back toward his workbench, his fingers already darting across a keyboard.

"But feel free to observe. You might learn something—if your puny brain can keep up. Kukukukuu~."