Smasher and Dempsey followed Hypnotoad, or as he insisted to be called, the Fact Sphere, down a maze of hallways and stairs. They saw labs, test rooms, torture chambers, and construction of what looked like warriors that could transform into a box. Smasher didn't really want to know what they would be used for. Fact Sphere chatted along happily about who knows what, while Smasher and Dempsey whispered behind his back.

"He sounds like Hypnotoad. And he acts like him, too. So what happened?" questioned Dempsey.

"What did he call himself earlier? A Personality Sphere? So maybe his personality is in there, just not his brain," reasoned Smasher.

"That's Hypnotoad, alright. It's just like him to lose his brain, and at the worst possible time at that." Dempsey sighed.

Fact Sphere continued talking. "This facility is a scientific marvel. While Rome wasn't built in a day, this place was. There are exactly 2,037 completely movable rooms here, and they are all functional as long as there is 1.100000000000000001 volts powering Nabberture Science. Of course, it is-"

"Wait," interrupted Dempsey. "This place is called Nabberture Science. The horrible name aside, that means that Nabber runs this place, right?"

Fact Sphere stopped rolling along his ceiling-rail. "Yes. He does."

"And so where is he?" Dempsey just couldn't believe that Nabber would kidnap all of the users. But then again, he always did act a bit odd and he certainly wouldn't put it past him to be power-hungry.

"I was never told where he is. There is a 52.11 percent chance that he is wasting away in our dungeons. He isn't the brightest of the bunch. I never met him myself; apparently he is too good to meet the wonderful, enriching, perfect Fact Sphere. Anyway, we're at the elevators. They'll take you to your test chamber, the walls of which, I'll let you know, are lined with asbestos and melted moon rock. In the case that you die in there, you will probably be happy to know that your incinerated body will be turned into a substance that is suitable to be used as walls for more test chambers so testing can continue. Well, off you go!"

Smasher and Dempsey were led into a small, oval chamber, where two elevators were awaiting. Meanwhile, at the entrance, a wall slammed down, blocking the exit.

"I wouldn't wait here, if I were you. Of course, being a robot, I'm immune, but you humans might not like carbon monoxide that much. But poisoning is really the biggest motivator we have around here, so we have to use it, you see."

Our heroes looked at each other. They didn't like it, but the fact was, they were probably going to have to follow along and participate in these tests. They got into their respective elevators.

This is clearly not made for a Yoshi like me, thought Smasher.

I suddenly remember my fear of heights, thought Dempsey.

And then the elevators dropped straight down.

Normal elevators have two directions: up and down. Some modified elevators will move at a slight slant, and only a few are made to move at a faster-than-normal pace.

The Nabberture Science Multi-Purpose Multi-Directional Multi-Speed Multi-Track Multi-Sensational Moving Box is not a normal elevator. As it name suggests, it can change direction faster than a child who has heard the joyous bells of an ice cream truck. It can also travel faster than a child who has seen an ice cream truck, and it does not care how it gets to this ice cream truck, as long as it gets there. Not only that, but the elevator is as sensational as the ice cream itself. As such, the N.S.M.P.M.D.M.S.M.T.M.S.M.B. is not only a very comfortable ride, but it is an efficient one. However, none of this really matters, because Dempsey and Smasher did not ride in an N.S.M.P.M.D.M.S.M.T.M.S.M.B. They instead rode in a Nabberture Science Economy Class Moving Box, which is basically a box that drops straight down it's shaft and lets gravity do all the work, and is certainly not comfortable. Imagine, if you will, throwing up slugs. Then, when the slug is about to come out of your mouth, the slug decides to crawl back down your throat, only to be thrown up again. If you can imagine that, congratulations: You have a very twisted mind, and also you now know what it feels like to be in the Economy Class Moving Box. Of course, we're getting off track here. Back to the story.

The elevators opened up, and the dynamic duo walked out of them. Smasher was glad to finally be able to free his tail from the confines of that monster. Of course, if he knew what a monster the adventure ahead of them would be like, he would have gladly take a few more rides on the elevator. Again, I'm getting off track. How about some dialogue to soothe your appetite?

"That elevator was a nightmare," gasped Dempsey. "It was like throwing up slugs. Then, when the slug is about to come out of your mouth-"

"Please refrain from use of graphic language," said a disembodied voice. "Graphic language has a tendency to become real, or seem to be real in the person's mind, therefore halting all testing."

"Oh no..." moaned Dempsey, realizing who was speaking.

"And the halting of all testing would not be so great, as that would mean that I have to burn up the test chambers. An unfortunate loss, especially for all the valuable equipment inside it. Luckily, humans are easy to replace, though, so no worries."

"Oh no..." moaned Smasher, as he also realized who was the speaker of the hostile, yet cheery, voice.

"Now, please get moving, because only I can live forever. You two, however... ah... you won't."

The voice was Nabber's.