Concept's laboratory, once a pleasantly organized space, has returned to its natural state of pure chaos. Elevated walkways crisscross above too many enclosures NOT to have paid thousands in bribes for. The enclosures are custom-tailored to each species, and Concept seems to be caring for himself too for once. "Welcome, come in," he calls out from atop a walkway near the wall to your right, "come see the new Transira kits! Just emerged! Oh, and grab a cap from the bowl by the door first. Got 'em empty, homemade filling, different flavors and textures. Satisfies the urge better that way, yeah?"