((No menu. Try ordering anything you can think of in the bar))
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[center][b][u]Nikola T. Lovelock[/u][/b][/center]

Nikola blinked, noticing that a particular group of... people had arrived. Actually, he recognized their faces through his awesome memorization ability. The mechanical arm whirred toward the entrance of the bar, its palm glowing a pretty pink color.

[b]"Don't be shy- it's just more [i]people.[/i] Though, I presume that they are our students..."[/b]

With a faint nod, Nikola commanded E.A.R.,

[b]"Take out the menu. And go hang it on somewhere like I told you to fifty minutes ago."[/b]

E.A.R. made a clicking noise, vanishing into Nikola's back. It then came back out with a tiny, magnet device. Turning it on, a blue, digital menu seemed to pop out of the device like a hologram. The mechanical arm moved and placed the menu on the wall behind Nikola, placing it slightly above his head using its extendable functions, before returning to its owner.

A white-haired woman with a white strap top approached the counter. Staring at the wine glass he was still cleaning with... some sort of gray sponge-like tool, he asked with his mechanized voice,

[b]"Welcome. What product would you like for today? Artificial, or natural? Alcohol, or orange juice?"[/b]

Needless to say, the menu was surprisingly filled to the very brim. A mic had been placed near him so that the food they wanted would scan through the menu efficiently. Nikola hated wasting time when it came to taking orders, though he could not care any less about others doing that. That simply proved his superiority over the minds of all other mortals.