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The door slides open and a hand attatched to a blue shirted arm scoots a small robot in. Said person attatched to said arm and hand watches carefully as the robot makes its way to the bar, holding a large pile of cash.

The robot deposits the cash, snatches an apple off the bar (the cost of which transferring to Gabe's account) and wanders back into the waiting palm of Tycho Brahe.

Thanks to the small robot, Tycho Brahe and John Gabriel's tabs are now paid in full! Yay! Insert girlish squeal from Gabe!