I wanted a coffee, but there was a hole in the packet in the cupboard, and it was all gone. Presumably my mice were bouncing off the walls.
So I got dressed, headed out the door, and walked down to the shop on the corner.
When I walked in, the figure in front of the cashier turned and stuck a gun in my face. I sighed.
"Look man, I just need some coffee."
"I don't fucking care, I'm gonna get my money, and-"
I stepped forward, brought my hand up, disarm, break the arm, dropped him.
I really needed coffee.
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