Al's Waiter's Note: I was nominated for an URA for best fanfic and one of the features for this prevalige is having something of your site MiSTed by CPFace. What I got MiSTed was a section of my first fic An Eye for an Eye. I thought it was a riot, so, I'm posting it. 

Mike: It also introduces Rom, a Guardian who babysits the lost sprites during their stay in Power Grid. Here, he takes them out to eat.

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[Bob, Mike and bots enter the theatre sat take their seats]

'Fast food...' Enzo frowned.

Crow: (Enzo) I wonder if I'm too big for a happy meal.

He was very hungry, he couldn’t cancel that feeling, but the thought of eating fast food in anywhere besides Dot’s Diner almost made him lose his appetite,

Servo: Man, you have one bad experience at a Jack-In-The-Box. . .

But he nodded and smiled at Rom. He felt so homesick for Mainframe, and its seemed as far away. Would he ever see it again?

Bob: Would they catch AndrAIa's evil twin sister in time? And what about the stolen treasure map?

Then Dot's voice popped into his head.

Mike: (Dot) Use the Force, Enzo. . .

'Uh-uh, Enzo. Delete that thought!'

Crow: (Dot) Forget about it. You're never coming back!

She had said this when he had been the only Guardian of Mainframe, and thought he was much too young to defend the city. Later, after proving himself in the Game 'Malicious Corpses', Dot was willing to give him a chance.

Servo: Previously on ReBoot.

She had encouraged him to do his best and to very work hard. 'She believed in me, I can do no less.'

At that finishing thought, Enzo managed a small smile and looked at AndrAIa. She was smiling and talking to Rom about Power Grid, finding out new information that might be useful to them.

Bob: Where the good movie theaters were, how to get past security at the energy stations. . .

Enzo looked at the young Guardian, who was trying to answer AndrAIa’s eager questions. He reminded Enzo of Bob in many ways: he was caring, friendly, brave,

Crow: Dopey, Bashful, Doc. . .

and very willing to go out of his way for others.  Enzo had admired all of those formats in Bob and now in Rom. 'Then,' Enzo thought. 'Were all Guardians like that?' Even thought Enzo didn’t consider himself a Guardian but still had the Guardian protocol, would he be like that?

Bob: Hmmm. . . no.

Would it automatically come or would he have to work at trying to be that way?

Servo: Or would he turn into a gun-toting rebel who doesn't care about anything?

The four walked up to a small store with the label 'Fastie Mart' on it.

(Chuckles from the guys)
Crow: I hope Apu shows up.

Frisket stayed outside while the other three walked in.

It was a small, square store with rows of shelves full of packaged energy-bars, power-drinks, energy-biscuits, milk,

Mike: Energy milk.

power-silicon chips

Servo: Power cookies, energy jelly, hyper baseball cards, and photon chewing gum.

and there were racks full of read-me files on any and every topic imaginable,

Bob: How to wrestle clams, aisle 4.
Crow: Why do people breathe, aisle 17.
Mike: Is there enough pudding in my shoes, aisle 64.
Servo: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood, aisle 584.

from the latest Sprite Fashions, to comic bytes, Latest Software and Hardware and Newest and Deadliest Games

Mike: The new Fox special.

straight from the Supercomputer. Enzo and AndrAIa looked around them with their mouths and eyes opened wide. Neither of them had seen a place like this ever.

Servo: Yes, the breathtaking magic of their first trip to a 7-11.

*~*~*

Rom smiled at the two young sprites, picked up a Game Read-Me file

Mike: (Rom) I've just got to know how to beat Gannon.

and walked up to the counter. A light blue tin robot was wiping the counter with a multicoloured ripped flag.

Crow: You know, I think people will over-react to that line enough without us saying anything else.

"Hey, WNF! How’s business today?" Rom asked smiling.

WNF looked at Rom and replied in a monotone "Cannot find ‘Success’ file."

Rom laughed. "That bad, huh?

Bob: (Rom) It's funny that your business is a failure!

Listen, can I have three energy-squashies please? Oh, and some dog chow too. I have three hungry visitors." He said leaning over the counter.

Crow: (Rom, low voice) And, uh. . . one package of condoms.

*~*~*

The blue robot moved extremely slowly, reminding Enzo of Al’s Diner in Level 31 of Mainframe. Enzo decided that Al moved faster than WNF.

Servo: Yeah, he's just sucking up to Al 'cause he works for him.
Mike: Al's waiter, huh?

Finally what seemed to be like micro-seconds, WNF had filled out Rom’s order and was adding it up on a calculator.

"4 1/2 units" WNF said in the same recorded voice Enzo had heard earlier.

Bob: What's a half of a unit?
Crow: Well, assuming our author assumed a 1:1 exchange from unit to the dollar of his respective country, I'd say fifty cents.
Bob: No, see, the unit is the smallest unit of currency; that's why it's called a unit.
Servo: Really?  What about Mike the TV and his "9999.99" thing?
Mike: Guys? Not the time or place, okay?
(The others mutter apologies)

Rom opened his wallet, brought out the change, picked up the bag and headed forthe output.

Enzo quickly walked up to the robot and asked, "What does WNF stand for anyways?"

The robot slowly lifted his head. "Windows Ninety...."

"Warning... Incoming Game
Warning... Incoming Game."

Crow: Huh?
Servo: Wait! NO!!
Bob: Now we'll never know what WNF stands for!
Mike: This is going to keep me up at night. . .