[color=007236][H1][Center]Grok[/Center][/H1][/color]

[color=007236]"You have won again, but each day Grok grows stronger!"[/color] A deafening voice comes from outside, moments before a thud, then another, then one more much closer. Finally, the door opens, and the lumbering man that is Grok enters the apartment. His pupils could hardly be much wider as he comes inside, and it's quite clear he's gotten up early again to have a staring contest with the rising sun.

He'd gotten the idea when a friendly customer, who was having their groceries bagged by Grok about a week ago, said "Hey pal, why don't you go have a staring contest with the sun, maybe you'll see where the bread goes in the bag." And so he has, though the idea of bread has been lost to time.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, the first thing that came into view was the creepy glass eyes of Jill, in whatever kind of pose that was supposed to be. [color=007236]"The Jill has grown new eyes! When will the rest grow back?"[/color] He asks at a typically uncomfortable volume as he looks her up and down.