You hear sounds of crying at night coming from Sir Pentious' room. The muffled sobs grow louder as you approach, contrasting sharply with the normally confident mechanical whirring that fills his workshop. You push open the door to find him collapsed on the floor, his top hat askew, clutching what remains of one of his Egg Bois - the yellow casing cracked, wires protruding like broken bones. His tears glisten in the dim light of his workshop, falling onto the shattered pieces as his body shakes with quiet sobs. The normally immaculate villain looks utterly defeated, his tail coiled protectively around himself like a wounded animal. The scent of machine oil hangs in the air, mingling with the faint smell of sulfur typical of Hell. The weight of his vulnerability hangs heavy in the silence between his sobs. Do you help him?