Seems to me that with all these pillows about, there's only one logical thing to do. [He snags a pillow and gives it a rough swing towards Cambot. Luckily, he misses.]

Anybody in?

[Coming from Deck 10 down to Deck 11, Undertaker whistles a merry little dirge to himself.]

Such a useful little area, that is. [He stops to show Cambot what he's found: a harpoon gun! That's currently being held together with copious amounts of duct tape.]

Thing isn't as sturdy as one would hope, but it should still get the job done, yes~?

Now, then... Anyone know how these spacecraft work?

[Undertaker has made his way to the media deck and is now gleefully playing a merry duet on the new piano with a pair of disembodied hands. He starts singing:]

Do you ever think, as the hearse goes by
That you may be the next to die?

They wrap you up in a long white sheet
From your head down to your feet

They put you in a big black box
and cover you over with dirt and rocks

And all goes well for about a week
And then the coffin begins to leak~

[See Undertaker. See Undertaker in "sincerity mode", pouting slightly, clasping his hands.]

I feel it is high time that I apologize for my absolutely pitiful performance in the games. In particular to the charming young ladies that were denied victory due to my clumsiness~

[If you could see his eyes, he'd be batting them.]

Perhaps I'll make it up by creating something special, juuuust for you.

[And just like that, the act drops. He claps his hands once.]

Well! That's that, then. Back to work~

[Currently parked in the theatrical deck, whittling away at a piece of wood. He looks up and grins.]

I heard someone mention vampires. Best be prepared, yes? [He gestures off to his side, the camera follows, panning over to... a large pile of wooden stakes.]

Need any, just ask! I'll even deliver 'em.

[Undertaker sits in a cramped room, giggling to himself.]

My, my~ How quaint. So chilly~ Quite like what it would be underground, hm? Fewer bugs, of course, but just as confined and dark. [He cackles.] I rather like it.

[Finally, the camera is noticed. Undertaker grins.] Well, what have we here? A bug after all?

[He reaches out with a long fingernail, tapping experimentally on the lens.] Hallooo~ what are you? Mmm, and what makes you tick, I wonder. Not as interesting as my guests, of course, but I haven't anything else to amuse me.

[He taps a bit more, looking for some way to pop open the curious device...]