Two dwarves are sitting at a fantasy tavern. One of them is frowning at her plate.
Dwarf 1: I swear this is the plate I broke over your head during our brawl last night.
Dwarf 2: It’s probably a similar plate.
The first dwarf gestures at a nearby chair. Her companion gestures with their thumb toward something offscreen.
Dwarf 1: It has the same cracks in it. And isn’t that the chair you smashed to splinters? How did everything get fixed so quickly?
Dwarf 2: That’s just how inns are. What I want to know is where those elves in pajamas came from.
Now in the foreground, a couple Vulcans in Star Fleet uniforms are sitting at a table. One of them activates their comm badge.
Vulcan: Captain, the holodeck is becoming self-aware again.
P.S. Our bills are paid by our wonderful patrons. Could you chip in?