[This panda is really getting friendly with the door. Maybe the talking was a fluke? Maybe it's an animatronic panda? Belphegor is pretty comfy on this counter, though, and he's not all that fussed to find out up close just yet. So:]

You. Bear steak. You really want to get into the kitchen that badly?

[I am sorry he is just going to refer to him like that for now, even though he is not Beelzebub and is therefore now mostly doing this to be a shit. The diner robot whirs in confusion beside him, as though trying to decide whether he just placed an order or not......]