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@our-ring-master
Android? Rings? Was this creature trying to get his phone number? Klick certainly hoped they weren't flirting, he wasn't at all sure what to do about something like that. Oh. They thought he was an android. An easy mistake to make, quite a lot of guests at the hotel were barely familiar with human-based technology, let alone the different classifications of robots. He'd let that slide for now. But rings? What an odd request. Not the oddest request, mind you, but still. What did this person...guest? Well, if they were here then they were most likely a guest. But what did they expect him to give them. This was a hotel, after all, not a flea market. Oh! He had an idea.
"Here you are. A continental breakfast, available every morning at the cafΓ©. This is a collection of approximately 2,772 rings, as you put it. Enjoy." And with that Klick left the box with the strange guest. He wasn't sure what they had in mind for their ring collection, but certainly they couldn't get up to that much trouble with breakfast cereal.
