Biolab

Enshadu bows as much as his mechanical spine would allow. He then moves over to the box, his eye picking out parts while simultaneously accessing the late Mr. Brant's stolen memory and processing a quick blueprint. He'll then reach into the back and pull out some random parts. His hands change from tool to tool quickly, blasting away at the pile of junk. Soon, it resembles a glove with microchip imprints covering it. The glove has spikes on the fingertips, merely small needles. These needles seem to have small holes on the end. There, now seeing as I don't have actual hands anymore, I'm going to ask you to put in on...now, concentrate when it's on and imagine the little... He places a metal box on the ground. Box disappearing.