As Tongzka laid on the primitive wooden floor, groaning to himself, it was then he realised he had a serious case of post-high hunger. The inside of his throat felt dry and barren, and his stomach rumbled like an earthquake. Not literally, of course, though the mistake is easier to make considering the differences between Bardovan and non-Bardovan biology, as just evidenced by the effects of strong non-Bardovan coffee on him. 

The Bardovans are notoriously intolerant to even small amounts of caffeine, and the Party knew this all too well. Thus, they are practically an entire race of insomniacs, and are usually expected to spend the entirety of their weekly day off sleeping. But Tongzka was bad even by his race's standards. His penchant for caffeine meant he often stayed awake for weeks, if not months, at a time. Now he probably wouldn't get any sleep until next year. He had barely blinked since he'd toppled over. Though it was not entirely out of the question that consuming the drink had caused some kind of interdimensional paradox, which would explain the music and lights and whatnot.

Another stomach rumble reminded the dockworker that he was supposed to be thinking about food, instead of thinking about stuff he already knew, as if he was inaudibly explaining things to an invisible audience or something. The good news was, a few minutes after he'd first toppled over, he heard a rather numbed but still vaguely distinguishable 'ZAP', followed by the wafting stench of a cooked Cal-av'dovsk.

"Ugghh... Cal-av'dovsk?!" He blurted out, jumping to his feet and dashing over to the source of the delicious stench. However, to his dismay, when he arrived and clambered up to the bar for the third time to have a look at it, he realised it wasn't Cal-av'dovsk at all. Though it was certainly on a platter and resembled a roasted Avian closely enough, it looked more like some kind of Teh-r'xu.

"Heh, yuut und'o-laak..." He half-lamented as he grabbed the roasted bird with both hands and began to shove the whole thing into his mouth. Like a Snake, to use a metaphor a mere human would understand, his mouth stretched open and he swallowed the whole thing... whole. It got smaller and smaller as it slid down his long neck, his strong saliva dissolving it, until it was gone.

It was then he noticed the humanoid robot ([@Pripovednik]) sitting next to him. He could tell it was a robot from the way its arm shapeshifted into a metallic stump with a dart on the end, but the sight nonetheless made him raise one half of his brow and glare at the android for a few moments.