(the room warps into an oddly nostalgic white void with life-sized art mannequins sitting at various tables. In the center of a room, a man with a cartoony living clock for a head wearing an orange suit, purple dress pants, and a magenta bowtie sits at a two-person table, waiting for you. He speaks, and his voice is a charismatic one with a British accent) Hello. My name's Claus.