Zone C -- Megacity One

[MADBULL34]

The counter was encased in glass and filled with every manner of colorfully iced donut a cop could ask for.  Bearclaws, boston creams… even a few of those frenchie croissants were clumped into happy little piles within. Coffee bubbled in an old fashioned percolator nearby.
 
The cop walked cheerfully towards the counter and studied the many different donuts. With a sudden sense of suspicion, he glanced up at the robot standing behind the counter and alongside a cash register. “When’s the last time you had a customer in this joint, Shell-head?”
 
The mechanical voice kindly replied, “I am sorry sir, we were restored to functionality this morning to resume our routine tasks. I am not programed to track that sort of thing, but I am programmed with over 32,000 icing designs if you would like me to prepare you a custom donut.”
 
“Naawwww, I don’t go in for that froo-froo stuff,” Mad Ball retorted.
 
The robot seemed disappointed somehow.
 
“HEY!” the sergeant suddenly snapped. “Whadda ya mean you were just restored to funct..funct…” he struggled with the word, “just got turned on today?”
 
The robot replied mechanically, “To present this item, from the master of this verse, Karl Jak, to the first so enterprising as to visit our shop!”

Mad Bull takes the C12 item. I’ll have him wait here eating donuts for a time encase someone wants to rumble