"Uh Mugen? Or... Moogen? Whatever it is. You out there? Buddy? ....uh, y-yeah, I was just wondering, uh, what's going on, like, with everything. Wtf is with this planet that's all desaturated and shit and the fucking talking sun. Are you there? I just wanted a comfy room to sleep in while I go about my simple weenie life. And maybe a hot country girl companion to talk to, I didn't mean to cause an inter-universal affair. Hey, l-look, if you don't answer, I'll start fucking with your spaceship, ok? So, uh, you better start takling, mister. Okay, I'm gonna do it, you asked for it. And your dolls are gonna get more vomit on them too, unless I start hearing some answer, bozo."

Yeah, no. He must be long gone by now.

You decide to fuck around with his ship anyways. Your cheek is sorta sore still from where he decked you.

You figure you oughta snoop while you're here. Nothin' else to do.

You slap your BROTTKNOCKER against Mugen's door.

The holy weenie device makes quick work of the locking mechanism. You're in.

You walk through the door to find... a fairly normal room, huh. Well, relatively speaking. You see a ridiculously sized bed, next to some machine hooked to a monitor on the wall. To your left is a closet and some heirlooms. To your right is another large machine.