About two weeks after your highly weird and annoying encounter with a cold and dry robot worker at Starbucks, you were once again doomsearching for a place to eat whatever and call it a lunch. Finally, pulling up into a new street, you found your savior: a Wendy's, with not too big of a crowd catering to it.

You walked in, once again hit with stale air, which, in this case, seemed to be coming directly from the ventilation itself. Averting your eyes over to the counter, you spotted– no. No, it couldn't be.

"Welcome to Wendy's, what's your order?" The same robot-like worker, different work attire, but unmistakably the exact same, with the same exact bored expression and voice, playing with her taloned hand once again. And she didn't even seem to recognize you... although she maybe was just too bored to pay attention to you.