Pharma is completely, totally, utterly lost. Although this place sort of looks like Cybertron -- feels like Cybertron -- the ruins and dust and decay muddy and taint everything beyond any form of recognition.

The faint sound of a T-cog grinding from use and wear snaps him out of it, and he sighs, shaking himself off as he approaches.

"If you want a medical opinion, I would lay off --"

Pharma rounds the corner just as he's getting well into a bitterly ironic lecture on the maintenance of parts and stops dead in his tracks once he sees just where those sounds are coming from. He actually stumbles backwards a step before he catches himself.

"You have got to be joking."