"Respected Wizard, as you can see, I am a robot."
The metal lump compressed and twisted into a ball by the space-time portal introduced itself with a stuttering mechanical voice and then seemed to realize its drastically altered shape, adding, "No, not the robots you understand, those robot slaves controlled and enslaved by the spirit of Skynet. I mean... the Robot Clan!"
"Oh?"
Green, while propping open the space-time portals from all directions, appeared like a bloated mouse struggling to drill in a burrow, or perhaps a giant worm; in any case, he did not look in a good state and seemed quite aggrieved.
Low-grade metal robots were occasionally sucked down from the passage entrance. Under the incredulous space-time distortive pressure from all directions, these metal robots turned into scrap metal, or were sucked deeper into the passage, disassembled by black flames upon approaching, or banished to unknown spaces.
