“Danger Will Robinson!” shouted a drunk man sitting on a wooden stool in front of make shift bar.

“Hey! Shut up! The robots kill people for saying that shit.” The drunk man’s companion whispered angrily while giving his friend a sidelong glare.

“What!? You afraid of Admiral Tin Ass and his robotic goons, Tommy?”

Tommy heard the sound of chairs scarping on the concrete floor behind him.

“Seriously, Jim. Shut up!” Tommy noticed the bartender, a gaunt older man in a dirty grey jumpsuit, slip silently into the backroom. He took a quick glance over his shoulder and noticed the rest of bar’s few patrons were quickly leaving.

Jim suddenly stood up sending his stool to the floor with a dull thud.

“Fuck you, Tommy.” Jim started to spin in a slow circle waving his arms wildly. “Danger Will Robinson. Danger…”

A shot rang out from the bar’s backroom. Jim’s head jerked back and his body smacked the floor with a wet thud.

The bartender stepped back into the room. “Take your friend and get the fuck out."