[Hank rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.]

Shit, thought you meant they take us away if we disobey, or something. Lock us up for not playin’ their twisted little cooking games.

[Which still might have been true. Hank had no idea. But would he risk it? Probably at some point. End of the world or not, these robots and their AI couldn’t make him do something he really didn’t want to. Hank was stubborn that way.

They really did pick a terrible representative for his world.]

How ‘bout that coffee, though?

[Hank pointed in the direction the robot said. Or maybe it would lead to their doom. Maybe coffee and doom.]