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Theremin jolted in surprise as a crack rang out, the whole world seeming to rise around her for a moment before her descent stopped.  Her boots dug into the floor of the buffet with a greater fervor, and she was suddenly aware of the many curious or horrified stares leveled her way.

"...Uh oh."  Theremin mumbled to herself.  The gluttonous robot knew there was only one thing that could've been the cause of her sudden drop, especially with the amount of food that she had crammed into her gut in short order.  The hum of digestive machinery audibly struggled to contain and process the sheer quantity of buffet slop stuffed within.

"...Maybe I should pay and go before I break anything else I'll have to pay for."  A smart decision, to be sure.  Though, even as she heaved herself to her feet --  something that shouldn't have been anywhere near as hard as it was for the battle-ready robot master --  she already knew she'd be back for more within the week.

They'd just have to mourn the loss of another bench or two.

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Theremin is faced with the harsh reality of what all that buffet binging leads to ---  Robot Master or not, when you're equipped with artificial fat storage, the calories pile on quick, man!