“The weirdest thing?” Kathy asks, her voice unnaturally loud. “The weirdest thing!”
“Oh shit,” Alice mutters. She jumps up on the counter and crawls into the heating vents. Rey has ducked beneath a table and out of sight.
“Did you know,” Kathy says, talking far too loudly – almost yelling, really, “that there is a madman who drives a blue box who doesn’t actually have the license – or the talent – to drive said blue box, and in fact has a habit of crashing said blue box into places – people – things, and making off with other people’s very important coffee-making equipment and bringing it back two months later and it’s sentient. And worse, it doesn’t know how to make coffee anymore! Now it just knows how to make apple juice. But not out of apples. It only uses pears!”
She slams her hands down on the counter and stares at @dreamhunter-trash. “There is something very, very wrong about a coffee pot that only knows how to make apple juice out of pears. Something very, very wrong.”
Haha it’s sentient!!! Bwahahahahahaha
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