The Protectobot base. There is still a line down the middle, but... all is pitch black. The windows have all been painted over, and all the lightbulbs have been removed. Someone has hung a wind chime on the ceiling that makes really creepy noises. What's up? Hot Spot activates his emergency shoulder lights and sighs, looking around. "This is rapidly going too far." "No, you're not," Hot Spot says, putting his hands on his robot hips. "Guiltor is much taller." Hot Spot watches, obviously very cross, too much so to go off on a lecture. Hot Spot's only reaction is a dumbfounded "What."