Inside a cheap looking hotel room, The Puppeteer would be sat with The Puppet. Sitting on a double bed, they would have a bloody corpse on the floor beside them. They seemed not to care though, chatting to each other casually. The two seem to be enjoying themselves, which wasn't the nicest sight to see. Standing up and stopping the conversation, Mr P made his way over to the window. Looking out of it he would enjoy the view, slowly his eyes would land on the London Eye.
"Beautiful isn't it Puppet?" He asked. "London... Soon, ours for the taking!"
Standing up, The Puppet would turn to the door. Acting as if it could sense something, it got into a defensive position. As a maid entered the room, the robot would leap at her. Aiming a blade down on the screaming woman, The Puppet would slice her in half. Blood would squirt, covering the room and the robot as the maids flesh fell to the ground. The Puppet would let off an electronic giggle as it turned back to its master.
"Hmm..." Mr P mumbled, turning to his creation. "Maybe another workshop would be best first!"