[There are some who would claim all coffee tastes like motor oil.
Not Belphegor, though, he's tasted coffee from two or three worlds and it always tastes at least a little bit like death, but there's sometimes a dash of doom and gloom or inexplicable empathy depending upon the maker. Coffee machines, though, huh...
Belphegor blinks, and the robot is already at the kitchen door now that it's free, as though it might have teleported there? BAM, they're locked out now but the robot seems to have... reached its objective...? He blinks and then snickers a little.]
Ah. Too bad. I didn't think that thing could move so fast, with how old it looked.
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Not Belphegor, though, he's tasted coffee from two or three worlds and it always tastes at least a little bit like death, but there's sometimes a dash of doom and gloom or inexplicable empathy depending upon the maker. Coffee machines, though, huh...
Belphegor blinks, and the robot is already at the kitchen door now that it's free, as though it might have teleported there? BAM, they're locked out now but the robot seems to have... reached its objective...? He blinks and then snickers a little.]
Ah. Too bad. I didn't think that thing could move so fast, with how old it looked.