The cargo-elevator comes to a shuddering halt in a well-lit undergound storage facility, and the gates automatically open, showing Jesse and Jason the layout before them.
Crates sit in tidy stacks, toys lie in bundled heaps, and mannequins stand, propped up against boxes and walls. The storage warehouse is a maze of containers, and it stretches as far as the dock itself - no doubt where a lot of deliveries would be made. There is no movement, and no sound, except for the lapping of water. And the squeaking of wheels in desperate need of oiling. A small toy monkey on an even smaller toy tricycle appears from around one of the crates, and begins to clap its hands together at the sight of you. "The master is waiting. The master is waiting. The master is waiting." It begins to cycle off again, and continues chattering to itself. "Ooo we're gonna have fun, we're gonna have fun, we're gonna have funnnn...."
The Toyman replicant watches via a monitor, not that dissimilar to the one set up in Onomatopoeia's home. "Yes. Fun."