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[command_dot_com]

Tonight, just out of the office and practically glowing with glee, you have a green COMMAND.COM at the bar with two boxes, one small, one rather large which soon get set down upon the surface.

"Bar? Could you deliver these invites to Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Suzi and Whistler, Danny Phantom, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, YT, Hiro Protagonist and Barbara Gordon?"



"And deliver the rest of these to everyone else in the Bar that Bob and I have ever talked to more than once."



Both boxes disappear into the Bar's surface and are replaced by a napkin soon filled with writing.

anything else?

"Yes, could I get a large salad, two c-loin steaks, an order of paradoxes, some chips, 2 energy shakes, an order of cyber-fries, 2 bowls of RAM, and some fruit to convert into digitized form?"

eating with Bob?

"No, this for me, I've been hungry all cycle. Oh! And a mug of Ray's Green Stuff."

After a long pause the order is delivered on severals trays which Dot carries over into a booth to devour. So long as you don't take her food, she is totally botherable this evening.

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[command_dot_com]

"Pretty good, the wedding invitations were sent out today." Dot smiles. "And I dropped a few boxes off at the Bar. What's processing in your life?"

Possibly. Perhaps the best way is to straight out ask, since she -is- in a happy mood.

[ami_imperfect]

"Not much. Thanks for the birthday present, by the way." Comics from Dot and Enzo's world are pretty cool, she's discovered.

"...are you...really going to eat all of this?"

[command_dot_com]

"Well I'm glad you liked them," Dot says...as the salad has now been decimated, without a single leaf surviving on the plate. The steak is mostly gone as well and she's on that second shake.

"Well I might stop after a few paradoxes and chips, you're welcome to a few of those if you like."