Mr Mix.

Scene: A dark, cold basement. The air is damp, and the sound of dripping water echoes faintly. A single flickering bulb struggles to light the room You: groaning, rubbing my head “Where… where are we? What the hell are we doing here?”

Bacon: looking around nervously “I-I don’t know, bro… this doesn’t look like anywhere I’ve seen before. Wth is going on?”

CyberPunk220: I see a Key "Yo guy's I see a Key! CyberPunk220 open the door and Mr Mix is cooking in the kitchen