The last sahur

"If we fall tonight, we fall in style," *Ballerina Cappuccina says, tightly lacing her slippers as she leaps gracefully onto a pile of rusted server racks, her eyes fixed on the approaching human drones.*"I'm too delicious to be deleted!" *Tim Cheese squeaks in a panic, his yellow foam body trembling violently as he dives headfirst into an empty cardboard.*