Beads? BEADS, you say?!? My 'wok minions, SAVE MEEEEEEEEEE! *falls upon his knees, making a pleading gesture towards the minions. The minions just glance back, nonchalantly.*
Minion 1: So...you guys want coffee, or something?
Minion 2: Ooh! That sounds great! Pick me up a French Vanilla, two cream!
Minion 3: And I'll have two milk, two cream in mine!
Minion 4: Just black, green tea for me...I'm trying to work on my figure.
Minion 1: Hmm...well, no way I'm ever gonna remember all that.
Minion 2: Let's just all go together?
Minion 3: What about Saber?
Minion 4: *scoffs* What about Saber?
*and with that, the 'Woks abandon him for a simple caffeine rush. Travesty.*