In the darkest corers of the room, away from the open door, a figure that was stiff as a board and about as tall leaned against the wall like you would a mannequin. It was unconscious like the rest of them. Or at the very least, as unconscious as something like it could be. Then the darkness was illuminated by a sudden spark that erupted from the things neck as its entire body jerked. Slowly, sight and function retuned to Mr. Wonderfull.

What a first sight it was! A samurai, a full on Samurai, locked in a life or death duel with a door. An exchange the door emerged the winner off, amazingly enough, parrying the man with its bare...handle.

"My, M-m-m-m-m-my, how [h1]wonderful![/h1]"

The animatronic stiffly clapped its hands three times, a loub metal clang echoing through the hallways every time, before throwing them in the air and [b]firing a few fireworks from its sleeves in celebration of the doors victory[/b].

"An im-im-im-impressive display, young master!" It said. "Though if you wish to win the game it is imperative that you waste no time. After all, here in Wonderwo_ _ _ _ _EROOR EROOR EROOR."

Mr. Wonderfull spun his head completely around, taking in entire room. This wasn't Wonderworld. No, no, no, this place was entirely too drab for his masters tastes. He would have created something far more whimsical.

"I app-app-app-appear to be mistaken. This is not my home. All contact with master control severed. Am I p-p-p-perhaps a Player?" He said.