"The horror, the horror"

After securing the observation deck of the Nakamaji building last week, the Reptiles proceeded to head up to the 227th floor of the tower. After crawling through the ventilation shafts (the elevator had been taking too long), they discovered a horrific cubicle farm, where row upon row of genetically engineered cubicles were being grown in state-of-the-art Cryotanks.

"Sweet Jesus," whispered Instinct, as he took in the ghastly sight. "They're playing God." Many of the tanks held cubicles whose development had gone horribly wrong -- twisted, barely recognizable forms, the ghoulish results of unchecked scientific ambition.

"They're actually doing it," Adreanaline said ominously. "They're creating a new breed of super-cubicle, with powers many times that of normal cubicles." While most of the cubicles being grown were dead and abandoned, some were still twisting and writhing in mutated agony. "They haven't worked out all the kinks yet," said Adrenaline. "But when they do, God help us all."

And on that ominous note, the Reptiles continued their assault on the Nakamaji building.