06-24-2017, 01:39 AM
Mad Bull shoved the broken remnants of the a bearclaw donut into his mouth and then eyeballed the few crumbs still stuck to the bottom of the wax paper wrapper that had come with his purchase of six delicious pastries.The music within Larry’s Lard Land was bright, chipper and happy.
“Would you like some more, Officer Estes?” a robotic voice chimed out.
A cute little robot barely 4 feet tall was dressed in a flowery apron. “She” carried a small plastic tray and begun to collect the trash and sweep the crumbs off the table. Mad Bull’s stomach growled and he regretfully watched the crumbs disappear into a bin compartment hidden within the robot itself.
“I’ll take another blueberry and a chocolate iced kolache for the road,” he replied. “Oh! And another pot of coffee, yeah?”
“Right away!” the robot cheerful intoned, perhaps happy to finally be getting some use after an eon of sleep within the deserted corridors of Mega City One.
The burly cop fingered the shotgun that sat atop the table, unsure if he was happy or sad that no other Primes had bothered to challenge him in acquiring the latest item. Within a short sixty seconds, the sweet little robot had glided back; two perfectly iced donuts resting on wax paper atop her tray, flanked by a steaming hot cup of coffee.
As the lawman sipped and munched on the snack, he pulled out his electronic tablet and studied the locations for the latest item drops. A beacon flashed in zone C-21; he had come that way just hours ago and felt he could make it back in time to snag another reward. He quickly shoved the two globs of dough down his throat, drained the coffee and snatched up his weapons. As he lumbered through the door and towards the Buick, a happy metallic voice could be heard crying, “Come again soon!” just before the droids and cafe’s power shutdown, rendered once again useless in the sprawling, husk of a metropolis.
“Would you like some more, Officer Estes?” a robotic voice chimed out.
A cute little robot barely 4 feet tall was dressed in a flowery apron. “She” carried a small plastic tray and begun to collect the trash and sweep the crumbs off the table. Mad Bull’s stomach growled and he regretfully watched the crumbs disappear into a bin compartment hidden within the robot itself.
“I’ll take another blueberry and a chocolate iced kolache for the road,” he replied. “Oh! And another pot of coffee, yeah?”
“Right away!” the robot cheerful intoned, perhaps happy to finally be getting some use after an eon of sleep within the deserted corridors of Mega City One.
The burly cop fingered the shotgun that sat atop the table, unsure if he was happy or sad that no other Primes had bothered to challenge him in acquiring the latest item. Within a short sixty seconds, the sweet little robot had glided back; two perfectly iced donuts resting on wax paper atop her tray, flanked by a steaming hot cup of coffee.
As the lawman sipped and munched on the snack, he pulled out his electronic tablet and studied the locations for the latest item drops. A beacon flashed in zone C-21; he had come that way just hours ago and felt he could make it back in time to snag another reward. He quickly shoved the two globs of dough down his throat, drained the coffee and snatched up his weapons. As he lumbered through the door and towards the Buick, a happy metallic voice could be heard crying, “Come again soon!” just before the droids and cafe’s power shutdown, rendered once again useless in the sprawling, husk of a metropolis.
Quote:Mad Bull moves from C12 to C11