Date Posted:14:40:16 06/28/03 Sat Author: Terrence Lucian Basil II Subject: "Gar-kon!"
"Table pour three, see-voo-plate!" Terrence snapped as he led the hungry trio. The mechanical waiter made a friendly gesture to follow.
"Oh my God, look at this place...." Jill mumbled to Paula. "I feel poor just looking at it!"
"We are poor, if you haven't noticed." Paula replied in a snide tone. "That cash we swindled won't last too long, you know. And eventually a few of 'em will want their credit cards back."
"Then we'll bask in the finer things while we can. Besides, Terrence is a gentleman, he's obviously paying for this."
"If he's a gentleman, I'd like to see how you'd treat a slob...."
"Oh, shut up!"
"What now?" Terrence asked, turning his head. Before either could explain, he tripped over a chair. The waiting unit helped him up swiftly and returned the seat in its right place. "Damn eyepatch!"
The group finally reached their booth. They sat down and were immediately handed dazzling holomenus. Jill tapped the tiny holoprojector's buttons with glee, eyeing every item. Terrence gulped and eyed his wallet.
"May I take your or—"
"NON!!!"
The machine gave a garbled buzz as a frying pan smashed into the side of its head. Pierre, furious, stood next to him.
"'Ow manee tahmes 'ave ah told jou?! It eez 'mah ah tahke joor ordUHR?"
"May I *BZZT* take your order?"
Pierre replied only by bashing the robot's head in with the disturbingly sturdy pan. He punted the waiter aside as he snatched a pad and stylus out of his pocket. "Forgeeve 'eem, il est nouveau. Mah ah tahke joor ordUHR?" The chef said, glancing over his customers. Freak, robot—"Mon dieu!"
His eyes slowly moved over Jill's body. "Such curves...so plump et round...c'est magnifique! She eez puhrfect! She will vraiment appreciate mah art!" Pierre thought in Frenglish. While some would be repulsed by Jill's girth, Pierre saw it as a virtue. Who else would consider food so highly? One man's fat chick is another's art critic. The chef pondered her order...it would have to be his finest yet to win her heart! Or was he after her stomach?
"I believe I'll have the—"
"Ladieez first, mon ami!"
Terrence slumped back in his portion on the circular booth and nodded to the girls. Paula shrugged and Jill was salivating over the menu, much to Pierre's glee.
"I dunno. I don't really have taste sensors. Anything on this could have energy harvested pretty easily...."
"It all looks so good!"
"Well, I know what I—"
"Very well then! Je ferai cuire ze finest feast evar prepared! Ah, Pierre, will take vous a-way on a culinarEE adventoor!"
Jill gave an excited squeal, which boosted Pierre's confidence. "Ah promise joor meal shall be ze greatest thing jou 'ave evar eaten, ma cherie!" He said, swooning the corpulent girl. He picked up her hand and kissed it. "Au revoir, ma grosse amoureuse!" And with that, he was gone.
