Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Thanks to everyone who talked to my bot. I really appreciate it.

*fearfully looking over his shoulder* Quick, quick. A bottle of whatever's cheapest, and a brown paper bag. To go, please.
Oops! No time. Cancel that. *jumps out of the window and heads off at a surprising pace across the fields.*

*staggers wheezing into the bar* Damn! mised him again! *Leans out of window and shouts* You can run, but you can't hide, Brother Jerome. I'll see you in confession!
Oh well, since I'm here I'll have a pint of dry mead with a cocktail pickled egg on a stick. Oh, and one of those little paper umbrellas, thanks.

What do the umbrellas taste like?

Mmm, crunchy! Hey, no - that's not the umbrella!
Waiter, waiter, there's a nanovirus in my mead!

BWAHAHAHAhahahaha! All is going accordingly to plan!

*takes out nano vacuum cleaner* Ha! None can escape the power of a "Dust Buster"!

Oh, man, I really have to teach him not to talk to vacuum-selling strangers....

Foiled Again! Curse you Moopy! Bah!

Is that why we keep running out of aluminum foil?

Wraps foil around head to keep the nanobot scanners from implanting thoughts of buying vacuums, no dust busters for me thanks.

Hahaha! Victory thy name is Dust Buster!!!!