...thanks, Intensity. [ he meanders in, still half asleep. takes a seat on one of the cubes and looks down at the schematics and... squints. these are some confused ass plot notes. did his memory not come back, or perhaps was it more fucked up than he thought. ]

[ it takes another couple of minutes of staring to realize that what he's looking at are plans for arms, legs, and eyes... and he's an idiot. ] Sorry to drop by so late, and thanks for putting this together, as always.