[A defeated Clay kneels down on his knees in front of the panels, his hands over the machine. His head hangs down and his eyes, if anyone can see them, are empty and void of color. His fists shake.]
Tell me how to make pruno out of this stuff, robot!!
[The man lies down in fetal position, hyperventilating. He's surrounded by packets of FunFoods and the man has no idea what to do with any of them.]
Food Sector
Tell me how to make pruno out of this stuff, robot!!
[The man lies down in fetal position, hyperventilating. He's surrounded by packets of FunFoods and the man has no idea what to do with any of them.]
At least give me that...