...and out comes Friza Angelo, in all of his incredibly oblivious glory! His black cloak and gorgeous gray hair flowing in the....well, okay, not the wind, but the air currents from a fan in the room. He slicks his hair back in the fashion of a well-known blonde zombie antagonist....and it immediately falls back into place. "Well, shit. There went my dynamic entry...".

Friza looked around at the room and his new employers. When he saw the Gray Chair Man, he shouted with a fanboy-like joy: "Holy crap...it's.... GRAY MANN! How's it going, buddy!? Hey, nice job with the Mann Co. deal! That Saxton Hale dude? A TOTAL jerk. If I had known it was you, I would have come sooner!". He eyed Noob Saibot. "You're pretty funny looking, aren't you! You're like...a ninja robot! Cool stuff." He toyed with the hilt of his sword. "So.....when are we starting this party?"