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."