Commander Bob:
MMMMMMF. Our...short arms...HOOOOOGH...these stupid wheels...MMMMMGAAAH

WacDolan's Employee:
Hey! You're dropping food all over the floor. No littering, company policy!

Commander Bob:
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WacDolan's Employee:
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Commander Bob:
HA! HA! HA! Now we are indistinguishable from the native humans! And can use our stubby arms to eat.

Princess Raki:
Excellent, Commander. With this, we are sure to succeed.

Princess Raki:
Ahem. We wish to purchase additional sustenance, my good sir.

WacDolan's Employee:
Fine. But prices are doubled now.

Princess Raki:
What?! Why?!

WacDolan's Employee:
You guys wasted all the previous food. If you don't like it, go somewhere else.

WacDolan's Employee:
Heh. Good luck finding another restaurant in the middle of the apocalypse.