i thirsty

*Robot shuffles out and Gives you a pint a goats blood*

thank you metal creature *starts drinking the blood*

*Robot says nothing and starts serving other patrons*

hmmm, they must have special ordered this bc this taste fresh

*Robot speaks in mechanical voice*: Actually we have goats out back we use to make goat cheese and goat milk.

so u just stuck a syringe in one and took its blood?

Robot: No but that was a better idea than what we did. We just killed one of the goats that stopped making milk.

then save my idea in ur data banks

Robot: Already did. We log everything.

say how much have u logged?

Robot: Everything that this store has gone through.

hmmmm interesting *creates ice and puts it in the blood*

Robot: Yesterday a Chupacabra came in and asked the whole goat.

i dont want to know what he did to that goat

Robot: He ate it whole. And aslo late last night before closing time, Sasquatch came in and asked for a person. We arested him in the spot for manslaughter.

oh lord just stop talking

Robot: Okay, that'll be nothing. It's on the house. *Walks away as you hear goats walking on the roof*

wryyyy that robot was way too haooy about sharing that

Greg: Sorry it's his programming. But his circuits must be fried, and without Warlock to fix em, I've been having to fix em. And for some reason, EVERY robot here is like that. Got to go.

ummm ok then, didnt even see the human there

Greg: He's still in his Coma.

was talking about u greg, i didnt sense u

I'm not Human. I'm a ghost. In other words I'm a robot.

*From the back of the cafe, a ghost child watches,
Thinking: “Since when does this place serve blood?”*

since i arrived ghost man, u have to feed all of ur troops

*The boy tilts his head, puzzled*

*pops fangs and looks at him*

*Holds up hand, which turns to dust. The dust forms a razor sharp sickle. The boy makes sure Datguy sees it, then the sickle turns to dust and back into a hand*

very nice ghost man, but now u understand y they need blood

*The boy nods and goes back to drinking his 1000 year old wine*

ah ur a wine drinker

*nods*

here's my pint of blood

*my stand appears*

esz, this is litterally a cafe for crusaders, ur not a crusader and ive already been served

oh OK *leaves*