It's like walking into a preschool. Kids screaming and running up and down the halls, their fat little faces twitching and grimacing - trying to express everything they don't even have the words for yet. Drugmoth is wondering around with a glazed look of wonderment pasted all across his visage as his fingers reach for that which he cannot have. Ho-jo is puking in the corner and Eitje is trying to keep everyone calm and organize them into playgroups. Thrash is shaking his head and Zoomie is just laughing his ass off.