Coffee Taken Much Too Seriously
"Ah yes, I remember now. The beast... coo, he was horrible... 21 eyes."
The crowd gasped in unison.
"The lens of each eye was a fine refracting sliver of emerald. Oh and how it breathed! 3 years it spends filling its smoldering lungs and then 3 years exhaling. Tobacco smoke pouring from the monstrous right nostril and smoke of hashish steaming from the tiny left nostril."
She pauses now for dramatic effect.
"And as I sat in the fog of that potent smoke I realized I could no longer see my coffee cup."