An Order of Chaos

"You work well enough to walk and talk," Fred pointed out. Rather pointedly, in fact.

"Indeed I do," the machine clicked. "I am just out of Order. I still have plenty of Chaos. Just ord... um, ask for a Chaos drink."

Fred blinked. "What is a Chaos drink?"

"A drink made from Chaos rather than Order. Just name your preference."

"Uh, I don't know any Chaos drinks. Could you list some?"

"Sorry, that would be advertising. Not my department."

1. Fred searches the room for a hint about what Chaos drinks are called.
2. He makes a wild guess.
3. He threatens to introduce the machine's innards to a different kind of chaos.
4. A weasel enters the room.

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