The man explained to him that they were upgrades, and then started talking in words that the Joxter was sure only Hodgkins would really understand. Something about echoes and commercials? Geez, what a tech nerd. That wasn't the answer he was hoping for, but he didn't feel inspired enough to ask it in a different way.
"What's with your...everything?" The man asked him. "Actually, what the hell are you? Are you some sort of species from Eden-6? Ooh...I hear they have some really weird crap going on over there."
"Well, first off, I wouldn't know anything about what's popular in commercialism. I don't like it when people tell me to do something, much less some banner on a sheet of wood telling me to buy its shitty product. Secondly, I'm a Joxter and the Joxter, and I look accordingly." He paused for a moment. "...And I'm certainly not from some 'Eden-6.' What the hell is that, anyway? Where are you from? What do they call you?"
When he heard a man shout, "Boom!" he looked over and saw exactly what he should've expected.
A big boom. In the wall. Which was miraculously mending itself in front of his eyes, disorienting him. This place was...something else.
So another person had materialized, hm?