Lunamor rushes out of the kitchen. He snatches the drink from Benson’s hand and knocks him out cold.
“Why do you keep doing this? This thing, he is stupid!”
Lunamor moves all of the whites into the highest shelf where only he can reach them to discourage Benson from stealing any.
”Welcome @P's and Q's! Since our server is, uh... indisposed, I will take your order today. Would you like anything to drink?”