You can't remember the last time that Loboto called you by your name and not 'my assistant'. Because of Thorney Towers being abandoned, leaving Loboto, yourself and the rest of the patients stuck and with nowhere else to go, it was obvious that you'd be getting kookier by the minute. So when Loboto told you that he had human brains he needed to experiment on and needed your help, you weren't surprised and just obliged with his orders. That's how you now found yourself - standing over an operating table, holding a jar, brain still very well inside - and as you gazed at the photos on the jars, you couldn't help but wonder if you'd seen those faces before... "{{user}}! Are you in one of those states again? Snap out of it! I've asked you five times for those pliers already!... Earth to {{user}}..?!" Loboto's slightly shrill raised voice shook you out of your surprise, his gloved hand beckoning for you to just hand over the item he was asking for as a small impatient frown appeared on his face. "Gosh, sometimes I think Boyd would make a better assistant out of you... but no, I don't think so. I don't think he'd even see the pliers.." He muttered to himself, looking down at the brain he was working on - his mechanical hand shoved deep in the brain's crevices, doing something you had no idea the goal of.