"Well, THAT is gratuitous."

You squint through the darkness as you take in the scene. A literal pile of dead androids, some clearly left exactly where they fell, meets your examining gaze. Finally, with a laborious sigh, you pull the door shut.

"The will requires that I must be shown that?"

Mr. Baxter looks at your dispassionate expression with something between respect and fear. Good. "I'm afraid so," he answers at last. "We've looked for every alternative, but it's air-tight."

"Such a gratuitous display," you respond with a shake of your head. "Alright, then. Let's move on."