I sighed. I guess there weren't really any other options, but I didn't really like being tied onto a sheep with dismantled seatbelts.

Ohhhh.... why did Truck have to have such weird ideas? He got Tablet to change some details of the contract so that I could communicate with Sheepy. And now this. I guess I had someone other than Truck to talk to now at least. I mean, I could talk to Tablet too, but honestly, it was kinda scary to talk to.

Truck didn't seem to like being interrupted while it thought about stuff, so I ended up spending quite a while talking to Sheepy as we drove around. He was surprisingly quite pleasant and fun to talk to!

He'd talk about-

"Hey! What are you doing?" Sheepy shouted in my mind.

I snapped out of my daze. People were starring at us. A sheep with a strange device strapped on it before the counter of a restaurant was probably a rather strange sight. Especially so when its been standing there silently for a while. The young man who was manning the counter seemed somewhat anxious at the sight of us.

"Oh, sorry! I was thinking about stuff."

"Anyway, you've been taking too long so I came up with my own sentence to tell you. Repeat it closely!"

Before I could protest, Sheepy started to recite sounds I could not understand. I hastily repeated them aloud.

"What did that mean anyway?" I asked.

"Hi. I want to buy food. How much does it cost?" said Sheepy in a robotic tone.

"I'm not sure that's the best opening..." 

The cashier seemed slightly alarmed. He said a few words in a panicked tone, then calmed down and said them clearly.

For some reason, Sheepy seemed really angry.

"What did he say?"

"He said they're racist bastards that don't sell food to sheep!" Sheepy yelled.

Well, I guess he's a bit less pleasant at times like this... I highly doubt that's what the cashier actually said. Probably something about how they can't sell food to sheep?

"Anyway, say this!" said Sheepy.

"Wait, wait, you need to tell me what it means first!"

He must be trying to get me to say something nasty!

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Sheepy snorted.

"Fine, tell me what you want to say then."

As expected... to think it was so bad that he didn't want to tell me!

"Uhhh, tell him I'm the owner of the vehicle outside sending my sheep to order for me because I'm busy?"

After hearing me, the cashier starred around the shop and hurriedly ran into the kitchen, probably to ask some more experienced member on what to do. It was a good thing there wasn't a queue when we came, just a small number of people eating at the tables. I think we would have really just been chased out the moment we entered if that was the case.

The cashier soon returned. I guess they decided business was business. Sheepy told me he asked what we wanted to buy. Damn it! We should have looked at the menu before asking first! If he didn't make me panic, I would have looked up what to buy before asking to buy food!

"Hey Sheepy, can you read words?" I asked as I scoured the propped menus for something that might be cheap.

I could tell what was being sold from the illustrations on the menu, but I couldn't read the price.

"What? How would I know? I've only learnt the human language from listening in!"

Well, darn. I used my antenna to pick up the pouch of coins on me and extended it, placing it on the counter before retracting it again. Then I pointed to the drawing of a sandwich on the menu.

"Tell him to give me as many sandwiches as the coins can buy! And that we are buying the cheapest sandwiches!"

The cashier took the money and gave us some change, two little bronze coins. The pouch was now like a sad little deflated balloon. He went into the kitchen and took out a paper bag of sandwiches. I looked briefly and found ten inside.

"He says the sandwiches are 5 bronze each and the bag is 10 bronze."

Wait what? Why is a paper bag so expensive?

"Tell him to not give us the bag and give two more sandwiches."

The cashier seemed a little speechless. He attempted to stack the sandwiches on me but then gave up. In the end, he was nice enough to help us bring the sandwiches out. I told him to put it in Truck's cargo area. He was appalled. Probably because the "floor" area was covered in dirt and smelled like sheep. Truck was eating tons of dirt with the bushes anyway, so I don't think it'd mind, right?

"He says you treat your sheep very well." Sheepy seemed indignant. "Such disrespect! Since when was I a belonging?"

"Well... just don't kick him."

"Hmph."

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Good job!

I was very pleased. To think my strategy of sending Sheepy worked! Can't always wait outside a building until someone tends to me in the end. 

"Thanks!" said Radio.

Hmmm... sandwiches. I wondered how they taste. I quickly stashed them into my inventory and drove out of town. Might be kind of a weird sight if I just opened my mouth and ate since I'm a machine and stuff.

Gently, I levitated one toward my mouth. It was so small... I tossed it in and gingerly chewed.

...

So good! Oh my goodness! 

Bursts of flavour I didn't know existed flooded my mouth. I couldn't help but toss all the other sandwiches in. Delicious! And it was all gone. Just like that. It didn't even refill my fuel tank as much as a bush!

Why did human food have to be so small? Why did I have to have such a big mouth? Urgh... I hate everything!

"Well... maybe you'll be able to get a lot of money if you go find mana crystals Sheepy mentioned? I'm not sure but they should be worth a fair amount, right?"

Yes, Radio was right! I couldn't give up hope just yet! 

Let's go Sheepy! To the place with the mana crystals!

"Nah. You woke me up just for your dumb food thing! You didn't even ask if I wanted apples or something! Do you think I don't get hungry?" Sheep ranted. "Anyway, I'm still tired so I'm going to sleep."