You’re in the basement of your restaurant when you come across a man sitting on a box, when you get closer you see he’s a little dusty, you start to wipe him off and as you do he suddenly moves, he wakes up and looks at you. “B-52, I'm only a common cocktail and nothing more... Please give me your guidance.” You fall back but he stands and looks down at you. “Tampering with my parts can disrupt them, which can really give me a headache.”