He promised himself he wouldn't do this. It was a waste of money, as far as he was concerned. A big scam!
...But he was hungry. And he hadn't been able to get his mind off the city's signature dish since that fateful December night. Try as he might to resist its siren call, Gillian inevitably found himself staring into a bowl of soup, a pizza slice in his hand.
"I thought you had given up on enjoying Neo Kobe Pizza, Gillian," a robotic voice piped up from next to him, making him jump a bit – like he was caught doing something shameful. But that was ridiculous! It was just pizza! Yeah...
"When did you get in here, Metal?"
"Your office door was unlocked," Metal Gear said simply. "I hope you ordered enough for two."
"Uh... Yeah, about that..." Gillian held his food out of Metal's reach. "You're a robot. How do you even eat?"
A long silence passed between the two. Gillian almost thought the question overloaded poor Metal's circuits and caused it to shut down, but then:
"I'm offended, Gillian. I will have you know that I am a highly advanced artifi-" The "highly advanced" robot's speech was cut off suddenly by a high-pitched alarm. "Gillian! I have detected movement just outside the door. Please use extreme caution!"
Gillian had been in the JUNKER business long enough that he didn't even think twice before his blaster from his desk and bursting from his office, casting quick looks down the halls. There was nothing in sight, but that didn't necessarily mean the coast was clear.
There was a tiny splash, followed by a distinct slurping sound coming from his office. Suddenly, Gillian got the feeling he had been duped.
"Metal..."
"Sorry, Gillian. It must have been a glitch in my programming."
Gillian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe he was just destined to never try the fabled Neo Kobe Pizza.