"Nah. This place just has a way of falling to chaos in spectacularly implausible ways," Magtok answers, missing the joke as he tries to avoid stepping on any of the three squeaky lab rats zipping past him. The fact that something is turning animals into machines bodes poorly for us and the immediate future, but I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle. Just have to keep that hunting rifle pointed into the gloom and doom, and hope the next psychotic menace is vulnerable to bullets or Asaigh's fire golem thing. "I always hated this hallway, by the way. We kept talking about expanding it, but apparently it'd cause some problems with the foundation and risk some sort of quake or something. Should've just exploded the whole thing and started over from scratch," the cyborg grumbles.