Dr. Arkeville is carrying a plate of delicious, delicious flan and contentedly eating it, which means he is not paying much attention to the fact that mysterious warehouses tend to have uneven floors. His heel catches a crack in the concrete floor, and he falls over, completely runining his plate of flan! Never before has such depair been seen on his face! Then, he realises his shorted out his leg cybernetics again, which is a minor issue comapred to the loss of the flan. With a resigned sigh, he rolls up the sleeve of his lab coat and pops open a panel on his arm. He pulls out an inflatable wheelchair and settles himself into it with a sigh. This place had *better* have ramps.