Pixels' Cafe, Bar, Fine Dining, and Entertainment. [RP]

(We're also giving Pie the breakfast rush cause screw it he needs to do some work.)

Pie: ...okay that's enough work for today

*Pie enters the turnstile, and NQ8B comes out.*

NQ8B: You didn't even do anything.

*The entire café is chaos, the star sanses and the Noot gang are fighting*

"Weapons are to your left."

(Everyone brought their own weapons)

*NQ8B does not care. He and Pixels' are pretty much indestructible, so no worries.*

[Nightmare] *Calls Error* "Error, come to Pixels."

(Maybe one of these days I should let Pie take the day shift...)

(Ooh)

(Eh maybe tommorow)

(I'd like to see his response)

(The plan for Pie's personality is the Sans with the funny glasses. I dunno I forgot their name)

(FRESH MA BOI)

(My god, Fresh has horrible slang usage. It's everywhere.)

(Minus the slang, though.)

can i order some deep fried dirt?

"As you wish." *NQ8B produces Deep Fried Dirt.*

#97 (Lemme bring in the parasite (aka fresh, but that's what the Noot gang call him))