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Ray walks in sans proton pack, but with a metallic dog about the size of a Rhodesian Ridgeback takka-takka-takkaing at his heels. It's not the most realistic-looking dog, but eh, it seems to do the trick. "Bar?" Ray says. "Can I get some form of a reasonably edible sandwich and a bottle of that Prometheus Springs stuff, please? Not the lychee wasabi flavor this time."
The bottle that arrives instead is labeled 'pomegranate black pepper capsaicin elixir'. At least the sandwich looks like it's just standard issue meatballs on Italian bread.
"Thank you," Ray says. "Come on, Francis, let's find a table."
"WHURF," the dog replies, and follows him to his seat.
The bottle that arrives instead is labeled 'pomegranate black pepper capsaicin elixir'. At least the sandwich looks like it's just standard issue meatballs on Italian bread.
"Thank you," Ray says. "Come on, Francis, let's find a table."
"WHURF," the dog replies, and follows him to his seat.