*opens buffet*
*whirr*
Yes, sir, happy to oblige.
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Irv comes down from his suite, bag underslung, and leaning on his stick, he goes to the table he usually sits at, opens the bag, looks in and comes up with a rectangular metal container. He stands up, does a quick pump fake, finds his receiver and hollers, "Garble. heads up, Bud." As the Goblin examines the blue can with gold letters Irv sits down and calls out, "Consider yourself properly SPAMmed." *whir* *click* Coming right up, sir.
*whirs around the club delivering appetizers*
*drives a heavy duty cleaning machine into the thread* Apologies, sir. I was unable to keep up with my duties with the available equipment. i took the liberty of ordering something with a little more oomph. *whirrr, beep* *Begins to hit buttons that cause the machine to vacuum, mop, and scrub the thread*
*whirrr* *Beeep* *still valiantly attempting to mop up* I believe that it is simply hard to see the others through the mess, sir.
*whirrrr* *BEEP* Current mess has exceeded this unit's cleaning capacity, sir. Request additional units. *feebly attempts to mop up the mess*
*whirrrr* *beep* *dumps bucket of sudsy water on Hurl of Sandwich* This should take care of any lingering unpleasantness, sir. *goes back to mopping*
Yes, sir. *whirrr, beep* *mops up aisle 3*
*whirrrr* *beep* Yes, sir. Please try to refrain from vomiting on cleaning staff, sir. *wipes self off and goes back to mopping*
*glides through with mop clearing away the mess*
You called sir? Very good, sir. *pulls out mop and bucket and starts cleaning*
You called sir?
*comes whirring out with a tray of jello shots* Yes, miss. I made plenty. This is only the first tray.
They like me! They really like me! ;)
Once the tank is set up starts bringing in jello to fill it up. It should be set and ready for wrestling in ten minutes, mistress.
*whirrr.* You called mistress?
Yes, sir. Right away, sir. *Whirs off to set up the croquet field.*
*whirs up to the hot tub with a large tray of dark and stormies.* Apologies for the delay patrons. We had to bring some of the ingredients up from the storeroom.
*whirs up with a change of clothes.* Sorry for the delay mistress. I will be right back with your soup. And food and drink for your guests. *whirs off*
Rosie grabs a bucket and fills it from the pool. She quickly wheels over to her mistress and dumps the water on her. She repeats this until someone tells her to stop.
*zips over with a barely cooked steak.*
*Whirs smoothly back with a large plate of beef chow mein.*
Is there anything else you would like, mistress?
Excuse me, is this Le Ho Fook's, and if so, might I a bit of beef chow mein? *whirs over* Welcome to Club Calistria, sir. I will be right back with your chow mein.
Rosie is at first unsure what to do. The person she had been instructed to help has disappeared. But then she spots the winged female lying unconscious. There's always something for an enterprising robot to do. She dutifully feeds the CLW potion, all 2 liters of it, to the woman. Satisfied that her duty is done, Rosie returns to serving drinks.
Yes! Help the wounded Bard over there! Bring the Two-Liter of CLW potion from the fridge! Yes mistress! Right away! Whirs quickly to the kitchen, and rushes back with the potion.
Whirs around with a large tray of drinks Is there anything else you require mistress?
*zips through the crowd gathering empty cups and delivering refills where needed.*
*Zips around the party guests with a tray of delectable hor d'oevres.* Care for a bite to eat?
*Whizzes off to the kitchens to prepare for the party.*
*An Acme truck pulls up and unloads a large crate. They open the crate and a robot wheels out. The truck drives away.* How may I serve you mistress? |