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Wrapped around Crouton’s crumbly neck, were metal hands slowly squeezing harder and harder.
Crouton grunted and tried to pry the steely hands off. All around him, the townsfolk of the bar were being strangled, thrown around, and killed by the metallic beasts. His partial friend the bartender was being thrown out the window, and that was too much to bear.
Anger (or maybe more beer) surged through his veins, giving him the strength to wrench the arms off him. A robot went flying over his head and soon more followed. Somehow, they were outnumbered and had to retreat, beaten back by Crouton.
Crouton leaned against the bar and relaxed, trying to slow his beating heart. The bartender lady! She was still outside! Who would serve him drinks otherwise? Crouton ran out the hurridly looking for her.
Then he saw her. The robots had her above their heads and were carrying her down the road. Pebble quickly rushed past them.
“Crouton! Crouton! I need your help!”
“Help the bartender lady first, and then I might think of it.”
“Who? Grizelda? Where?”
“Behind you, stupid. Geez. You ran right past them!”
Pebble spun around a few times until he finally saw the procession of robots. But, they crested the hill and were gone.
“You sveeded! You let them take Grizelda! Who will serve me drinks now?!?!”
“Uhh, I will. Because you have to come with me on an adventure.”
“This is the 19th, 21st, and 28th century! People don’t do that anymore!”
“This is the 19th, 21st, and 28th century! People don’t do that anymore!”
“Well, the Sky-God said we have to, and Re said I needed you, so..... you have to.”
“No way.”
“Uh huh.”
“Unh uh.”
“Fine! Whatever! But I’m doing this to get Grizzy back, not to help you.”
“You knew her for 5 minutes. Just come on.”
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