[Oh he can fix that, he could easily. If he knew where he was. And where Noisy was... Whatever.

Midas crosses his arms, turning his head away from the screen. He doesn't need to listen to this. He'll just get Artie to get the dumb graffiti off of him. He waves a hand somewhere around Artie's height and then shrugs. Noisy where's his creator and his legion of fans? Because he is not putting up with any of this. Have you even seen how weird this place is?]