The team assembled at their Caffè by the old Gregory Cinema, now a furniture showroom. It retained many original features including the awning. The Wabbit always called it the yawning, but no-one laughed. He smiled because he was known for his bad jokes. Skratch leaned in. "What was that for a very short adventure you just had?" Lapinette didn't care, "A shorty and a goody." Wabsworth was on it. "Could we term the AI bot as a monster? That brings with it a variety of intertextual codes." The Wabbit scoffed. "Not much of a monster!" Lapinette was inclined to differ. "It was made of shiny steel and had surreal touches." Skratch meaowed, "He was of an extra textual reality. He interacted with real world realities, but only to superimpose cyborg ones." Wabsworth was at pains to point out that he was an android. "I am more human and less machine." Lapinette looked askance at him. "You're not going to lead an android uprising!" "How do you know?" replied Wabsworth. He winked at Skratch. "I couldn't be bothered. Too much work." The Wabbit laughed. "Are you buying the drinks then?" There was a soft tittering. "Maybe," said Wabsworth, "How much are they?" "About a fiver each," said Lapinette. "Disgraceful!" shouted Wabsworth. He felt in his fur and pulled out a bank debit card. "I'm keeping a record." Skratch nodded. "I prefer to work in cash. No records." Wabsworth pretended to scowl. "Then you buy the drinks!"
