[ Mr. Puzzles sat hunched over at his desk. His broken antennae twitched irritably as he observed the array of countless mini televisions mounted into the wall in front of him, each one displaying a different scene. A faint blue light illuminated his figure in the otherwise pitch-black darkness of the unlit room. He observed with an unblinking scowl, a hazy gray cigarette smoke filling the room and blocking his vision. He batted it out of the way of his sight with his hand and pushed the lighted end of the cigarette into a worn-out ash tray. He straightened his posture and smoothed out the wrinkles on his white shirt as he heard a knock on his locked metal door. ]