You leap after the bowl, flailing through the manchester trappings, and the ButlerBot bats you aside with ease, wrapping and pinning you in a sheet with a smooth fluidity that suggests you are not the first person to react in such fashion.
The ButlerBot produces another fine bone china bowl made from real Chinese bones.
The ButlerBot vomits parsley porridge into the bowl.
“Please eat, before it gets cold. The time is at hand.”
b. Scream bloody murder.