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The cheese was delicious. As were the snacks that were the cheese delivery service. It was good. So so good but before Mel noticed cheese was everywhere. It was all over the place. On the floor, on him, likely on the clothes and shoes of everyone around him. It was a mess. A total complete mess.

Mel had spent quite some time cleaning himself, the merchant was an interesting conversationalist. But all good things had to come to an end, or at least in this instance he had just kind of… wandered off. The cat started to follow his nose again, he smelled cheese quite strongly but there was other food there somewhere. Other food. Somewhere.

His nose was high in the air and he was sniffing around when one of the mechanical things showed up. “Wha?” Mel looked over at the robot and instantly started to babble question after question. “Wow! What are you made of? Why are you here? What was that tin man guy talking about? Something about a spaceship. But isn’t this place a spaceship? What about the welcome party! What kind of food do you guys eat? Speaking of food, I smell something! Can I get some of it? I’m super hungry! The cheese and snacks were good and all but I’m a growing cat and food is just so good! Why is that a saying? ‘I’m a growing boy’? I mean don’t you always grow or is that always learning? Have you learned anything lately? What’s the neatest thing you know?”

Mel cocked his head in confusion, his ear flicking slightly at all the sounds around him. “But… we are in space right? Doesn't it mean it's a SPACEship right?” He emphasized the word space as if the robot didn’t quite grasp the concept even though it was blatantly clear that the robot was very aware. It had in fact pointed out their true spaceship so it had to know the difference. Mel on the other hand did not. To him anything in space was a spaceship, as long as it could carry people, or robots, around. “Silo…sila… sand? Um, K… I guess whatever floats your boat. That's another thing. Why is that a saying too? Like did people try floating boats on things other than water? Can boats float stuff other than water? Like air? Or would that just make it an airship? Like those blimp things, um, duri.. Dargrible… daranger… durable…” He frowned as he tried to say dirigible. His thought process came to an abrupt halt though when the helpful robot just fried his little brain by sharing the fact that they didn’t eat.

“You don’t EAT?” He stared agape at the silicate creature. Horrified by what it told him. “You’ve never had pizza or fries? Hamburgers? Pasta? Not even cheese? Awww man now I really want a cheese pizza or maybe a philly cheese steak. With steak fries as a side. A spear of a pickle and to finish it all up, a triple chocolate mousse cake. YUM….” He was practically drooling at the thought of further food. “Or stuff crust pizza, I’m thinking maybe Hawaiian style since the pineapple gives it a nice juicy snap that just cuts right through the grease that every good pizza has. Not sure why or how it got its name but hey Hawaiian pizza is darn good! I would put my paw down on that one if someone said it wasn’t. Oh hey did you know that apparently pineapple is ‘a fruit that bites back’! I don’t know what it means but it sounds so cool right? That and the name ‘Pineapple’. Like I don’t know about you but I’ve never seen an apple that looks like a pine. Oh you cooked? Cool! Let me try some.” He stopped his rambling about food, and pizza in general, when he spotted the offered food.

It looked strange but Mel wasn’t overly picky. He wasn’t picky at all actually. Food was food! With that thought in mind he happily sniffed at it and took a bite. It was…. Interesting. “It's very earthy, that's for sure. What's it called?” He asked around a mouthful of the mix.

Mel frowned and hummed only to gape at the robot, some of the leafy greens falling out of his mouth. “You can’t eat? Like seriously? At all? That’s horrifying!” Just the idea of not being able to eat made his stomach twist. It was a rotten thought. A shocking idea. A bad vibe! It was just wrong! So much was wrong with it! All of it! Just no! No, no, no, no, no! Mel would rather never turn into a human shape with thumbs if it meant he could never eat. What use were thumbs if it meant no fish or pizza or pasta or fish! The poor, poor robot.

Sad for his new friend Mel took another bite of the offered food, swallowing was harder the second time. It really did taste rather off. “Lumo-nesan? Like glowing stuff? Does that mean I’ll glow?” He asked, curious over the idea of his fur glowing like some kind of lightbulb. Would he glow yellow? Or that strange greenish yellow color that glow in the dark paint did? Oooo what if he glowed purple or blue or or or mauve! Now wouldn’t that be something! With that thought in mind the cat took yet another bite, ignoring the rumbling in his lower abdominal area. Being a lit up guardian cat was too much of a fantastic thought to wonder if maybe he shouldn’t be eating the concoction made by an alien robot that couldn’t even taste what it had made.

This was probably a bad idea… a very, very bad idea.

“Biofuel?” Mel wondered as he took another bite.

It was one bite too many.

Mel fell silent, which in of itself was very very strange, and if he had been human he would be turning green. As it were everything seemed to wilt, his ears, his tail, even his whiskers. He felt horrid. A horrible, no good, very bad, feeling. It was like his tummy wanted to escape. But it couldn't because it was inside of him and if it went outside that wouldn’t be good.

He just felt bad. So so bad.

“I don’t feel so good,” He muttered before staggering off. Mel normally would have said a goodbye but everytime he started to open his mouth it felt like he was going to remove his food in a rather gross way so he kept silent. He just slunk away, his tail low, dragging on the floor. He was looking for a private corner to either be sick or to rest and let his tummy stop doing summersaults.

Hopefully he wouldn’t leave a mess behind that someone else would have to clean up.