"Yes, the mission, but first it would be better to eat something, sir" said politely Rama Avatar. "Our time, it one P.M., and some of us had no breakfast this morning."
Quantos nodded. "Ah, yes, sure... I'll call a McDonald" he said, typing some numbers over a sort of communicator he had tied to his wrist.
Euro grunted. "I don't eat junk food" he spitted from behind his closed teeth.
"Call... a McDonald?"asked Phil Smith.
Quantos had not the time to explain, as a strange robot, running over three small wheels, entered the room. "McDonal to your services" said the parallelepiped shaped robot, from the happy face painted near the top. "What can I serve you?"
All the Vanguardians stared at the thing, silently. Just Grissom said: "A cheeseburger, please", leaning back over his armchair.
"Aren't you amazed, Griss?" asked Phil.
"Actually not. I have decided to be not amazed by anything that will happen today." he said, biting the sandwich.
One minute later, all the Vanguardians were eating. Brianna was looking with disgust at Euro eating a McChicken, while Rama after a long discussion with the robot had finally an all vegetarian meal.
At one point, Phil Smith exploded into an unrestrainable burst of laughter. "Look... look at this written notice" he said, pointing to a small line engraved at the bottom of one side of the robot.
BF kneeled down, and read: "McDonald robot trademark and property of Odoroso Cicciotto inc."
Phil Smith stopped finally to laugh. "Your descendant owns McDonald, Ed! How funny!"
Edulcore Cicciotto took the last bite of his sandwich furiously, and then shook his head. This brave new world was not really his kind of place.
