It's either get myself a cup of coffee or (if it actually was bright and sunny here and not cloudy and dull) sacrifice myself to that ball of flame and become a giant roasted thing that I imagine could, if one squints from a strange angle, resemble a giant coffee bean. Blueberry flavored, of course. With lots of bite. And still, a fear of sharp wooden objects. And lots of silly, pointless inscriptions on my hard shell.