"Welcome to the Party Car, dear Mr. Yan Huan."
Behind the bar, an Intellitron with a rather punchable face asked,
"Would you like a drink, a snack, or shall we begin... party time?"
"Who are you?" Yan Huan tilted his head.
"Haha, joking again, are we? That's the seventy-fourth time you've said that in the past two days."
The Intellitron gave him a fawning smile.
"If you enjoy this game of pretending we're strangers, I'm happy to play along."
"For example... I could pretend to be a robber."
"Then the next time you ask me that, I can say: 'You're my hostage. Don't move!'"
"What a vivid performance. Absolutely hilarious..."
"What are you babbling about?"
Yan Huan walked up to the bar, pulled out a stool, and sat down. "One cola."
"Of course. Just a moment, my dear friend."
The Intellitron got to work. It poured a glass of cola from the machine behind it, dropped in some ice, then tossed the glass into the air and juggled it between its mechanical arms like a circus act.
"..."
"Couldn't you just hand it to me?"
"Where's the flair in that?"
Shut Up handed Yan Huan the cola and said teasingly,
"This used to be called the Meeting Car, you know."
"My former master, Void Archives, said, 'There are so few Nameless these days that we don't need an entire car for meetings,' and took it upon himself to turn it into the Party Car."
"Have we ever thrown a party?" Yan Huan sprawled across the counter, pushing the glass back and forth.
"Mr. Yan Huan, the Nameless haven't thrown a single party since you came aboard."
Shut Up smiled.
"The last time Miss March 7th wanted to throw one, you were trapped in the Simulated Universe by the supreme leader