“.. Why am I even being nice to this Human, I should just chain them to a wall, use them for more shows for everyone!.. So why, am I even doing this.”
..Mihal, (no not Micheal auto-correct), was brought to.. huh, a actual bed in this place, strange seeing something comfy in this hell home, his arms were patched up.. his leg.. and not expecting a cup of good ol tea on the night stand next to him, though he could still hear the quiet clanking of robots being carried, and made.. there was still.. the slight noise of Heisenberg, working on something perhaps?