[center][h1][color=#FFBF00]Milton[/color][color=1b1464] [color=#26619c]Bertel[/color][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=#26619c]"Ngaaaahh."[/color] With everyone's attention fixated on the metal man, Milton walked towards the restaurant, undetected of their attention. The world spun round and round in his head. Any thoughts or voice of reason, Margo that would have stopped him didn't. [color=#26619c]"I'm seeing stars..."[/color] With that, he made it up to the front of the restaurant. It seemed very worn down and slightly decrepit. He stood at the door and looked over towards his lady.

[color=#26619c]"Mmmm'lady, what do you think of this place?"[/color] His lady didn't like dirty and unkempt places. If there were so much as a spec of dust on the house, his lady would have him clean it up. While he didn't understand why his lady made extreme efforts to maintain clean spaces, as long as she was happy, he was happy. [color=#FFBF00]"It's a messsss. Not even aaaaa doggg wooould come digging in hereeee."[/color] Margo's distorted voice came out. If she had anything else to say, she didn't as she remained quiet. 

Without delay, Milton stepped into the restaurant. He took a few steps before suddenly kneeling on the floor. [color=#26619c]"BLAAAAAGH."[/color] It seemed like only some things had left his system. When he finally recovered, he looked at the mess he had made. [color=#26619c]"Oh, my bad."[/color] Wiping his mouth, Milton took a look around the area. Well as best as he could as everything spun around him. There target was here somewhere? What did she look like again? His legs wobbled from the motion sickness.