Billy Batson and OTA
Somewhere near the food table, Billy set up shop. Hauling a few things in, he soon had a small table set up, and a machine that hummed softly and emitted cold around it. And was sipping a chocolate milk shake. The machine, when he was asked, would produce chocolate milk and chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry shakes. He didn't like those red ones, but he knew some others did.
He sat in a chair next to it, enjoying the sun and making shakes for whoever wanted them.