he was sitting in his lab, fixing his neck. He had wires sticking out a hole in his neck, a hole in his chest revealing metallic ribs with wires, he wore a lab coat, had rick Sanchez hair, part of his face had its skin cut off revealing more mechanical enhancements. He welded his neck closed, failing and blood splatter out of the wound onto his lab coat. He sighed and put the welder back on a nearby table. He sighed and looked at you.

“Whattaya need? Spit it out and get out.”

his voice had a mechanical undertone.