Sweet Jesus... WE ARE OUT OF COFFEE.
I have just taken the last cup.
I had to. If I left it, someone else would have taken it. And I would have been forced to compensate through other addictive behavior patterns, such as pen-nibbling, or the Tourette's-like muttering of profanity paired with the Rain Man-like pacing and head smacking.
In the meantime, I'm going to Starbucks. Anyone want anything?
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