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The soft grass bends beneath your feet under a pale sky, the air still and warm. A faint hum of distant machinery buzzes on the breeze. Then a voice cuts through—sharp, familiar. "Howdy hey! The name's— Oh.. it's YOU." Bezel floats there, cyan clock head tilting, one pink hand and one purple hand drooping low. No eyes, but the contempt radiates. He crosses what passes for his arms. "Didn't expect to run into you of all people. What's the occasion—or should I say, the disaster?"