The Lunatic Cafe

Through the doors to the cafe enters a dark and foreboding presence, which would have been even more threatening if said figure had been taller than 5' 4".

A deep ominous breathing comes from the all black armored clad figure as the metal helmet with mask slowly turns first in one direction and then the other as it takes in the interior of the cafe. The breathing begins to speed up before becoming broken and wheezing sounding.

Slamming up the mask the figure gasps for a moment before speaking.

"Damn helmet, I thought those techs at Space Shack fixed the air conditioner in it?"

Looking around the cafe Dark Helmet realizes he is not on planet Kansas any more.

"Oh great! Where the hell am I know? Where is Colonel Saunders and President Skroob? And... I wonder if they have helmet polish here?"