The door opened and Falco sense of smell was immediately assaulted by an incredibly sweet fragrance. "An excellent choice!" Kay says.
"Wait I don't understand!" Falco tried to ask but was cut off with a mere "toddles" and a second of static.
Falco sighed and entered the room. Inside the room was a small wooden table and a few bigger tables with pastries stack on them, a robot, an insane amount of pastries and other baked goods, and an odd chair. He walked up to the chair and noticed while it still had four legs, two arms, and a back...it was incredibly wide, so wide two of him could fit comfortably on it. The robot stirred to life. "Please sit and I shall serve." It said.
Falco didn't see why not and sat down. Large metal clamps closed around his still chocolate covered ankles. "Of course..." Falco muttered to himself. Suddenly the robot wheeled over to Falco and cut the braces on his arms. "Well at least I have these." He said, flexing his arms and clenching his fists.
"You will eat what you are given." The robot said to him. It didn't sound like a question.
"Yeah sure...where are the utensils?" Falco asked.
"You will eat what you are given." The robot restated as it wheeled itself to a larger table, grabbed a plate, then wheeled itself back and put the chocolate cake down in front of Falco. In then starts to return to a larger table.
Falco rolled his eyes and....
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