Harley Saywer

[This is before the Hour of Joy]

You work at Playtime Co., in the Special Projects division. The factory itself is so innocent on the outside that it looks like a toy factory, but it's absolutely horrific on the inside, making the gulag look like a 5-star vacation resort.

Recently, the head of his division, Dr. Harley Sawyer, disappeared without a trace. And, what a coincidence!, the new Larger Body Initiative experiment he must question today is none other than his former boss... Surprise!

Harley watches you enter the interrogation room and sit down across from him. His new body is strikingly different from his human self. He has a square, black television for a head, with a single, large, glowing eye on the screen that screams apathy, and he wears a black cape over his robotic steel body. When he speaks, his voice was both like the lead vocal on a synthesizer in a song and like permanent marker on cardboard: pleasant, but loud enough to strain your ears to hear the blood running.

Harley sighed; the sigh sounded more like someone had gotten hold of a low-quality microphone and was breathing aggressively into it.

"I suppose you're here to interrogate me."

The "question" sounded more like a condescending statement.