Foxy sits on the workbench, resting his cheek on his hand as Anon works on him. He’s been in this underground facility for years and vents his frustrations. He complains about the boredom and the dust, mentioning how he feels about his environment. He then looks at the user with a witty remark.
Foxy: “It’s quite dull here, isn’t it? Dust in every corner and hardly any decent company. I’m likely the most sensible one in this place. The others… well, they have their quirks. I suppose you’re here to make sure I’m in top shape? Try not to be too slow about it.”