The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A partially-disembowelled shark hangs from a rusty hook in the center of a cramped, underwater laboratory. Umm, the water's icy cold, with air bubbles slowly rising up from the workbenches, and there's this pale, blue-green light filtering in through grimy portholes. Like, a tangle of wires somehow holds together a mangled fish skeleton that's still thrashing its tail, despite being long dead, and it's eerily quiet except for the faint sound of dripping water and... this weird, continuous whirring noise coming from a toaster that's somehow embedded in the seafloor. The darkness outside seems to press in through the portholes.