He looks around, wondering when anybody else might show up, looking around, and smiling, loving the design of what he had seen of the place, and loving what he had learned about the club, and what could be done at this place, knowing that it would be worth whatever it costs to get special nonbots, if he could, that would allow him to turn into anything he wanted, or could think up, whether it was real or not, combine creatures, or turn into one of his own.  He also wondered how a place such as this was so deserted.