Spyral and Kay ended their third round of dancing and walked thru the tumult of bouncing balls, to the bar.
"I could eat something right now," the Angel said, moving to stand before the hole in the wall. "But what to eat?" the Angel wondered aloud. "Something mealtime, or something snacktime?"
"May I suggest, an early dessert, perhaps? the hole in the wall asked. "You could always have a good meal, later."
"What would you suggest?" Spyral asked the foodhole.
"I have something special that I have wanted to try for a long time," the hole replied. "But it requires a group effort to consume it."
"A group effort?" Ragnar asked from the bar.
"Yes," the foodhole replied.
Spyral shrugged his shoulders. "I'm game"
"Excellent" the foodhole replied. "One Sundaeous Maximus, coming right up!"
A small hatch at the Angels feet opened then, and a dozen drds in little chefs hats shot out at top speed. They sped and buzzed around in a area free of bouncing balls and began to build. For several minutes they moved to and fro, sometimes darting back into the small hatch, then reemerging only to build again.
By the time they were done, returned to the wall and the hatch closed, the Scoobs were looking at a huge chocolate sundae reaching from the floor to the high ceiling, it's base at least ten feet in diameter. Every flavor of ice cream, every topping imagineable seemed to have it's place in the giant sundae.
"Wow," the Angel said.
"I'm only judging on my experience, but I've never seen such a deficient species.
How did humans make it thru a cycle, even HALF a cycle, without KILLING each other?
You have no special abilities. You're not particularly smart, can hardly smell, can barely see, and you're not even VAGUELY physically or spiritually imposing!
Is there ANYTHING humans do well?"