The next sarcophagus opens to release a balding, graying, grandfatherly android, who rises up with an almost sheepish expression, like one caught napping on the job....
T-t-t-top o' the m-m-mornin' to ye! I be Androphilus John, b-b-b-but my engineers call me Gramps.
Gramps grins and presses a catch on his sarcophagus, causing the drawer to slide out and produce a robe for "Gramps" to don, along with some slippers.