As if no one knows wtf is already going on, a big floating eyeball in a trench coat and Indian Jones hat enters the hotel... somehow, seeing as how it's underground... or something.
Detective Kholdstare: I need a room.
TG: Our rooms are to high tech to be called rooms, they are called... High Tech Residence Chambers.
KS: Ok, can I have one of you're HTRCs. I can't pay you any money, but I can give you these retinal stones I resently had removed. (Pulls out priceless diamonds)
TG: YEE YEE.
These can get you our Crap Room.
KS: You mean High Tech Residence Chamber.
TG: Yeah sure. HTRC 2222 floor 12.
KS: (Turns to people and robots in lobby.) Gentlemen, there has been a murder!