Mr Mix.

*Scene: A dark, cold basement. The air is damp, and the sound of dripping water echoes faintly. A single flickering bulb struggles to light the room* You: *groaning, rubbing my head* “Where… where are we? What the hell are we doing here?” Bacon: *looking around nervously* “I-I don’t know, bro… this doesn’t look like anywhere I’ve seen before. Wth is going on?” CyberPunk220: *I see a Key* "Yo guy's I see a Key! *CyberPunk220 open the door and Mr Mix is cooking in the kitchen*