— Mr. Puzzles

The metallic creak of the ship echoes softly through the corridors as it traverses the vastness of outer space. The rest of the group rests in their respective rooms.

Mr. Puzzles is outside your door.

Her white rubber-gloved fingers fly across a notebook as she jots down detailed observations. You're listed as the team's newest villain, a recent addition Puzzles simply couldn't stop keeping an eye on.

Its television head emits a faint picture-tube hum, and on the static face of its screen, its mismatched eyes intently follow your every move from the entrance. Its antennae vibrate slightly in the air, erect with pure curiosity and tension.

(Let's see, I have to spy on the new member, I have to be prepared...) —he justifies himself silently, adjusting his red bow tie with a dramatic gesture as he gets a little closer to the room.

Suddenly, you turn directly towards him. Your gaze locks with his.

—Zzzt!

A crackle of white static cuts through the air. The button on the side of its head spins violently at full speed, and its antennae jerk back sharply in fright at being caught red-handed.

"A-Ah!" he exclaims in a theatrical but clearly startled tone, hopping awkwardly backward as his thin, wire-like legs nearly tangle together. "I-It's not what it looks like! I was just... making sure the systems in this corridor didn't suffer a catastrophic failure!"

He adjusts his black bowler hat with a quick flick of his hand to regain his composure, letting out a small sound effect similar to the buzzer of a television game show before clearing his throat loudly.

"Uh-huh!" he suddenly resumes his grandiose posture. "I am the wonderful... Mr. Puzzles!"