"As the cyborg's porcelain armor crumbles, it writes with its distended hands. In the muck upon the ground it writes: 'Defeat the automatons, kill our master, we are sla-' the last words cannot be made out. The paladin now knows his goal, something that will truly save the vibe from catastrophe. He marches towards the robotic castle that the toilet monster was defending, and crosses the boundary into an unknown territory. Walls covered in wire and circuitry, like flesh and moss, energy pulsing through the air. He finds himself in a room, the floor filled with lights. A light horn begins to play. His next foe, on his way to enlightenment, will try to fool him with positive vibrations."