"So you've arrived"
The voice was dark, almost a growl. As Jeeve's vision adjusted to the relative gloom of his new surroundings, he took stock of it's owner. It was broad set, humanoid, with the same tar black skin as the previous encounter. Two pitch black chest plates hung from it's shoulders, and the rest of the armoured suit made it look like some kind of strangely distorted stag beetle. The face was skeletal, as if the flesh had been torn from it, except for the eyes, which now glowed white as they stared back at Jeeves. Krimmen Jeeves thought.
Jeeves looked into the floor and saw his own reflection staring back at him. His normally neat brown hair hang lopsidedly accross his face, his black longcoat and combat trousers battered and torn. The walls curved upwards over his head, as if they were in a section of a dome. He looked to his left and saw Mac hanging next to him.
It spoke again, but the jaw did not move as the voice resonated forth once more.
"You've caused us quite a problem, you and your friends"