The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rusted pipes cover the ceiling of a cramped, industrial kitchen, water dripping from them onto the metal countertops. Umm, it smells like old grease and burnt food in here, and the air's pretty humid, with sunlight filtering through a grimy window above the sink, illuminating this... this giant, perfectly spherical eggplant just sitting on the counter, like it's supposed to be there or something. A bunch of iridescent insects, similar to the ones from the cave, are crawling all over the eggplant's surface.