The door to the media room hisses open, revealing... well, a fox on it's hind legs, wielding a convenient mop, glancing furtively into the room, his muzzle shaking as he tries to smell out potential enemies, frowning.
He notices the camera just then, and his frown deepens. "Surveillance," he says. "All you're getting out of me is Fox McCloud, Captian, Star Fox mercenaries. If anyone on the other end of the line wouldn't mind telling me where I am and who you work for, I'd appreciate it." He smirks.
Then his eyes catch something, and he turns, and he stares. That cambot turns to track Fox's gaze, towards Manos: The Hands of Chopsticks - er, the pair of disembodied hands tinkling out a song on the piano.
Fox shakes his head and whistles. "That's... Okay, that's not new, but usually there's a head too. Where in Lylat am I?"