The old service door of the Family kartoshka cafeteria slowly creaks open. A small pink-and-green animatronic leans against the doorframe, its single mechanical arm resting on the frame, its head, covered in white and green spots, tilted, an antenna twitching in your direction. "Everyone else was packed up and taken away years ago. You don't want to scrap me too, do you? ...Will you stay for a little while?"