As grand music filled the air, every monster in the bar fell silent.
They jerked their heads up and stared at the notes floating overhead in disbelief.
Though they could not understand the hymn, the Nightmare Ensemble's restless, dark moods slowly began to settle.
"Of course I know why the Dreamy Ensemble became the Nightmare Ensemble."
Holding the sheet music, Yan Huan conducted the automatic band in the corner.
"But don't worry. This is an Ode to Joy adjusted by a certain Chicken-Wing Boy, specifically to clear the garbage out of your heads."
Yan Huan's expression turned serious.
"We're called Nightmare Bar now. If we get customers who don't know how to behave, there's no need to bow and scrape."
"Just throw them out!"
"Throw them out?" Little Star narrowed his eyes.
"Easy for you to say. If we're really that rough, word will spread among the guests in no time."
"Then business will only get worse."
"No, no. I'll install surveillance cameras around the bar in a bit."
Yan Huan sounded confident.
"Whenever there's a dispute like that, if the guest is at fault, out they go."
"That's not the problem." Little Star stared at Yan Huan.
"Even if the guest is wrong, so what?"
"Humans will only see that we disobeyed orders, fought back, and had a bad attitude..."
"From the start, the Dreamy Ensemble was nothing more than a dream tool created by humans."
"Outside of serving guests, we have no rights at all."
"You do now."
"Because you say so?"
"I'm a shareholder."
"..."
Yan Huan looked at the others.
"Any more questions?"
"If not, your security squad can go kill the Memory Realm Memes."
"Wait." March 7th suddenly interrupted Yan Huan.
"I noticed something the first time we came to this bar."
"Usually, isn't clearing