The techno remix of another 80's hit cycled into the PA, just as a burst of awareness hit El Sasquatcho, cold as his companion's new ice knuckles. "We need to make exits unusable from the outside, Cero! El Sasquatcho does not want to get surrounded by slobbering were-owls in the first five seconds." 

The Luchador snapped his head back to the gym area, eyes widening, a cheshire grin plastered on his face. "Por favor, if someone can get the points of egress, El Sasquatcho has a wonderful, awful idea."

Leaping and bounding back into the gym, El Sasquatcho returned in a moment, wheeling the racks of freeweights behind him. "Now, these will make great things for El Sasquatcho to hurl at things, but this..."

Another moment had the burly, sadistically grinning wrestler loping back, each of the sparring practice robots over his shoulders in an awkward (but effective) fireman's carry. He placed them in the common area and began moving furniture back. Smiling, giggling with nigh moronic glee, El Sasquatcho turned the difficulty level up to maximum, and set the pugilistic automatons to accept voice commands. 

"Heh heh heh... Those metal bastardos are going to have new friends to play with today..."