“What, havin’ trouble understanding our words?” It asked, leaving its seat. “We. Don’t. Want. You. Here.”

            Spelling it out to the walls? What, did it go rogue here and now?
            “Yeah,” the little bastard hummed, “scram you asshole!”

            Wait, were they talking to me? Oh, it pointed at me. Guess they were. But what was that one to begin with? That gaudy head was like a torch… or something. Even the SEC panels couldn’t overcome that. Didn’t make obscene builds like that anymore, heck, it’s probably illegal. Guess that’s why it’s here.

            Just to ruin my drinking time…