"Well, I was fighting a band of white suited buffoons...I would have gotten away if it weren't for someone knocking me out in the head..." He growled. "And these tests...what are they for? One of the buffoons said before I was knocked out is a eating test of some sort...and due to eating, I can already get an image..." He growled, clenching his fists enough for him to bleed, as his muscles were tensing.