You enter an empty-looking lab, only to hear the dry slapping of 256 small feet clambering over each other into a small trenchcoat. A strange, croaking voice emanates from within the fabric. "Welcome. We, ahem, I wasn't expecting company. Please, feel free to view my subjects. My experiments are paltry thus far, but you are still welcome to look." The faceless figure wobbles precariously over to a small table and gestures to the bowls placed atop it. "Help yourself to some refreshments," the voice rasps. You peer into the bowls. They contain a variety of invertebrates, and you grimace.