“Well…, Ratchets thoughts were interrupted by a low rumbling from inside his stomach. “Oohh, I’m starving. Wait did you say it was noon”
“yes ratchet, I believe that I did.”
“ I haven’t eaten since last night I’m starving. Lets grab something at one of those restaurants and then we’ll check out the other stores. Lemme’ just get ready.” Clank just stared at Ratchet as he bounded through the house looking for his clothes that he was going to wear out and the assortments of gadgets that ratchet ‘needed’ in order to leave the house. Finally, after several minutes of ratchet sprinting around the house he arrived back at clank, short of breath. With his hands on his knees he panted, “Hey clank, have you seen the keys?”
“You mean these?” Clank responded sarcastically, “He-heheheh.”
“Gimme those.” Swiping the keys from Clank the two proceeded to the vehicle parked in the driveway. Ratchet had picked out his old clothes from before he started adventuring sporting his turquoise blue pants and a bare upper half. The pants were a little bit snugger than they were but again, it was only marginal. An onlooker would only notice some tautness if they were looking for it. The pair proceeded to exit the house and walk to their hover car. The day was mild yet clear giving ratchet he perfect opportunity to drive way to fast. After starting it up, the duo rocketed across the planet's surface. A trail of dust spewed from behind as the vehicle screamed across the planets arid crust. During their travel little words were shared as a fear of choking on the sand, dust and the risk of swallowing a random insect made it unwise to do so. In about five minutes the pair entered the complex. “Wow, Clank, look at this place. It’s huge!!”
“Yes Ratchet, my scanners indicate that this is the largest…”
“You bet it is!” Just than another rumble, this time louder, was emitted from ratchets gut. “Aaghh, Clank I’m starving where do you think we should go?”
“Well, Ratchet I do not plan on eating so I’ll leave it up to you. We can go to the Buffet restaurant, a diner and there is one more but I cannot make out the sign.”
Ratchet was starving and salivating. “Mind if we check out the…
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