(A Service Delight)

In front of the group, a collar attached to a metal arm grasped Ona's neck, dragging her away from the trial room. She barely showed resistance, as she smiled weakly and her eyes lost the light she once had in them. She was then let go finally into a room that looked like a kitchen of some kind. 

The music ramped up immensely as she got up to her feet. There were several white cat robots with gray highlights hopping over each other, all asking for different kinds of foods and looking extremely antsy. They were all visible from a little window that was in the kitchen. 

As she was listening to all of the orders, her hands seemed to work on their own. They made all different kinds of dishes, from burgers, to sandwiches, to chicken dinners. She was cooking frantically, making sure everything was perfect. As she was putting out more dishes and taking up more and more time, some robots started to crawl through the window and complain even more. They looked more and more angry as they started to swarm Ona slowly as she tried to dish out more food. 

Ona tried to focus as much as she could, but as she was preparing a sandwich at a counter, one of the robots turned on all of the flames on the stovetop, and some other cat robots joined in on the fire hazard by pouring gasoline on the stovetop. The flames spread further and further, as the fire alarms became more and more overwhelming. Ona only tried to pay attention to the food in front of her, but it was almost impossible as more and more cat customers started pouring in through the window and causing havoc, and as the smoke spread from the fire further and further. 

She tried looking for something to put out the fire instead now, but there was nothing like that in sight. The black smoke started to spread further and further as the alarms became more and more deafening. Ona could no longer see through the thick smoke, or breathe as well as she could before. 

The robots started to trample her as they were extremely antsy with her lack of customer service and their lack of food. As she was trampled, you could hear her trying to gasp for air as she laid on the floor belly first. But alas, she could not breathe through the smoke, especially since she was getting trampled over, causing breathing to become a labor rather than a subconscious task. 

After a while of this agony, the smoke started to clear as the fire was put out by Bulek and Goldie. The countless cat robots were no longer there, and the only thing that remained was a charred kitchen, and a soot covered Ona Matriquam, laying on the floor, motionless.