Totalitarian multi-universal mega-regimes, mysterious omnicron devices, and a whole freakin' bunch of evil thugs just waiting to collect on their hazard pay. He'd followed the strange robot fellow in hopes of finding a way home, but now things were starting to get more interesting than he'd expected they would. Almost too interesting to pass up. This omnicron thing especially sounded pretty powerful, and if there was one thing Arty had learned in his life it was that it's always better to be at the top of the heap. He listened intently to what the Happa Meleon (who even comes up with a name like that anyway?) was telling Mr Clockwork, and to what Mr Clockwork told the Happa Meleon in reply. He didn't look like he was listening intently though, he had one sword out and was apparently inspecting the blade for chips or nicks as he leaned leisurely against a pillar, still in full armor. He'd need to find something to change into soon. As comfy as his suit was, even he couldn't wear it full time.