The coffee is bitter and burnt, but it is nice to have something warm.

Man, this pen is on its last legs... It tastes like a dying robot's bunghole. It is perhaps even more burnt than the coffee, but whatever.

When that first paycheck hits, I'm going to the dispensary and getting something nice. No more stretching old cashed carts.

[Your head starts to ache slightly]

Is it the: no food all day, smoking wires and burnt resin, ancient nasty coffee, no sleep, or the most likely culprit... all of the above combined?

Ugh

This coffee will honestly kick in any min. This place doesn't even have CCTV, it's fine. I just need a minute to reset a little.

I'M GOING TO CLOSE MY EYES FOR JUST A MINUTE, IT'S FINE