Listen, when I come from a wake for a recently deceased friend, all I want is a good stiff drink. I have the Jack; all that is needed is the Coke. But where is my Coke machine? The one that was in the lobby last time I looked? Which deranged maniac stole the vending dispenser of caffeinated, caramelly, mixery goodness? It wasn't broken . . . so don't fix it! Give it back, and all will be forgiven. Otherwise, I swear to God I will go CSI on the mofo and track you down based on the flimsiest of hunches. Y'know, just as soon as I sober up from my Jack and tap water.
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