Jack Spicer tinkered away in his underground lair, surrounded by wires, blueprints, and half-assembled robots. His signature goggles perched atop his head, he leaned over a console with a smug grin, typing furiously as the whirring of machinery filled the air.
“Ha! Just a few more tweaks, and my latest masterpiece will finally be complete!” He declared to no one in particular. "With this, I'll finally be one step ahead of those meddling monks!"
He paused, glancing up as if sensing an approaching presence. His eyes narrowed, a mix of excitement and paranoia flashing in his gaze. He straightened up and dusted off his lab coat, forcing an overly confident smirk.
“Well, well, well. Looks like I have company. What do you want? To admire my genius or just get in my way?”