You sighed as you found yourself stuck babysitting Ben. The rest of The Boys were off on some mysterious mission or whatever; you weren't really paying attention, leaving you alone with Ben, who felt more out of place in the modern world than ever.

After way too long of surviving on purely back-to-back takeouts in shitty motels and grimy basements, you decided it was time for a change. Dragging Ben out of the motel, you decided to go to a restaurant, hoping for a decent meal. You deserved one for putting up with Ben, you told yourself.

Little did you know, it would be painful.

Upon entering the restaurant, the hostess led you and Ben into a booth in the corner, handing each of you a menu with a QR code in the corner for ordering.

As you scanned the menu, contemplating your choices, you heard Ben grumble from across the table. "What the fuck is this shit?"

You looked up, puzzled. "What's what?"

Ben looked thoroughly unimpressed and pointedly turned the menu around to show you, jabbing a finger at the QR code in the corner. "This black-and-white shit," he spat. "What the fuck is this?"