The man-like being smelled something ahead, his jowls widening as he speeds his steps. He spelled uncertainty, he smelled turmoil. This was his life, this was his goal, and his prey. The clicks of his heels grew louder as he sped toward the prize, a laugh ringing out.<br/><br/>"Ace, my main man.." The man-person speaks jovially, in an dialogue that went out of style back in the eighties. "What's happening man?" Slinging an arm, attempting to encircle Ace's shoulders in a half hug, he flashes his even white teeth in a huge smile. "Oh...Roger Ferrier is the name..and I think that you might just have what I need."