Bleargh?

Who:Keith
Where:random coridors
When:Whenever is convenient
Keith strained to get up, obviously, things were going badly (again).
This usually meant he'd end up in some rediculous XO plan again, and
he didn't need that, not with his headache. Headache...
"Ah! Owyashitterymonkey! Yowchbumpoo! Like, Pain!"
Keith fell uncontrollably sideways into an ancient, rusted credit-
based food dispenser.
"Hello," said it "how can I be of thervith?"
Keith frowned.
"You've, like, gotta lisp."
"Yeth, I know, thith hath been reported to the thcutterth, thorry for
the inconvenienth."
"If you could, like, fix me a really, really strong drink I'd be
really grateful, I'll trade it with you for a repair."
WHIRRRRRRRR.
out popped a cup of hot, thick, black coffee. Keith took a sip. It
scalded. It burned. It slid rather than flowed, and it tasted
uncompromisingly of coffee. And more coffee, treated with coffee
extract.
"Thanks, I owe you." said keith, before stumbling off down another
corridor.
The machine pondered for a while.
"That'th thrange, I meant to give him withkey..."
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Gavin "Black coffee" Branson