A man walks into a bar and orders a drink. He notices a gigantic spoon hanging from the ceiling.
Bartender: "Ah, you've noticed our famous ceiling spoon! It's part of an ancient ritual that protects us from the great spaghetti uprising."
Man: "Well, that's... interesting. I've never heard of such a ritual before."
Suddenly, the bar's atmosphere changes, and the man finds himself in a control room. His voice becomes robotic as he speaks.
Man [ROBOT]: "Flying golfist detected on Planet X-215. Date: 3010. Protocol: 8B73. ID: 312."
The bartender looks puzzled, unaware of the sudden change in setting. this sentence goes hard
Bartender: "Excuse me, sir, but what are you talking about?"
Man [ROBOT]: "Apologies, bartender. I seem to have momentarily gained awareness of my fictional existence."
The control room fades away, and they're back in the bar. The bartender is still confused.
Bartender: "Well, that was... odd. Anyway, enjoy your drink, sir!"
The man takes a sip of his drink, and the gigantic spoon falls from the ceiling, crushing the bartender.