Mister Dosh walks into the dimly lit room in an upbeat manner, his limbs creaking loudly and his joints
ocasionally sparking from the stress of normal usage. A man in a dark red robe approaches the robot and
smiles uneasily at him, holding out an open hand. "Welcome...Brother." Mister Dosh nods, several blue
pop up warnings display on his face as he bows slightly. "GREETINGS BroTHER." He sparks out of his
chest, the strange man in the robe shields his hand over his face. "Yes...Hello.." Mister Dosh stands
straight up once again and lowers his hand. "IT is GOoD to sEE you aGAin, MAxWEll." Maxwell shakes his
head and glares at Mister Dosh. "We have told you not to use our names in this sacred chamber, Brother!"
He motions Mister along and lets out a loud, exasperated sigh then rubs his eyes.

The robot opens a locker and takes out his belongings, a red robe, a red gem and a candle. He puts the
garments on and slides his old suit into the locker, gently tapping the gem against his forehead.
"PraisE THe DarkNESs." Mister states, staring at the gem and then puts it into a pocket. As he closes
locker and slides the lock back into place, he turns around and walks into a corridor for several
minutes and then stops at an opening. He stares around the group, one tajaran, two humans and a diona
and then joins into it, forming a circle. "Grrrreetings, Mister!" The Tajaran nods to Mister, the puts
on his hood. Inside the circle, there is a half naked unathi, who looks up and waves to the robot, then
lays back down and closes his eyes. "Mis...Ter...It..is..your..turn...to..sacri..fice..today..."
A human with blue hair passes Mister dosh a knife and grins to him, turning back to the Unathi.
Mister Dosh sparks out of his shoulder, missing the Tajaran narrowly as he raises the knife in both
hands and stares the subject down. The robot's screen gleams as the warning messages turn red, then
he plunges the knife into the Unathi's chest, uttering a phrase as quietly as he can. "I WHISPER TO
THE DARKNESS, MAY IT CARVE AWAY THE LIGHT AND HIDE ALL THAT IS EVIL IN THE WORLD." The Unathi leans up
and groans, rubbing his head. "Misssster...Could you not be any louder?" Mister lifts up the handle,
the blade pops out of it. "SoRRY." The entire group groans, then the blue haired human speaks. "Good
enough, see you all monday."