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*A figure in tattered black robes bursts into the tavern. He rushes to the counter and begins to mutter something incoherently.*
- Yes... I need... I need coffee! Cofff-ee! My precious... give me my precious!...
*Then he suddenly looks around the empty tavern, jumps onto a table, and falls to his knees.*
- Coffee! You don't understand! Coffee! Now!
*He abruptly jumps down, leaps towards the door, kicks it open, and disappears in an unknown direction.*
*The manager stands frozen in shock and confusion.*
- Yes... I need... I need coffee! Cofff-ee! My precious... give me my precious!...
*Then he suddenly looks around the empty tavern, jumps onto a table, and falls to his knees.*
- Coffee! You don't understand! Coffee! Now!
*He abruptly jumps down, leaps towards the door, kicks it open, and disappears in an unknown direction.*
*The manager stands frozen in shock and confusion.*
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made



