*HOBaRT lies in a hospital bed at the nearby HOBaRT maintenance center recovering from his recent battle. His metal casing is battered and warped. An IV pumps HOBaRT juice into his huge massive body.*
*A small plopping sound approaches. HOBaRT recognises it immediately.*
HOBaRT! Wow… you really did take a beating, huh?
Well… I hope you don’t mind some company! I brought some flowers to lighten up the space. These maintenance factories can get awfully dull. There’s nothing like a little room decoration to brighten up your mood!