Moving his gaze to the mild mannered machine, Sin gave a smile and bowed his head, tipping his top hat slightly. "But of course we do! Why we have the finest petroleums, fuels, and oils you could possibly imagine. Would you like crude, synthetic, organic, or a blend?" From behind the counter and out of nowhere, Sin revealed a large platter filled with iron mugs of the various types of oils, though this was only a bit of the selection. It was unknown how this tall but relatively slender man was able to prop up an balance so many cups with his one arm. But he managed to do so with ease, presenting the selection to Factorio.