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Sunday, March 11, 20XX

3:00 AM

Arlo is now online

Arlo: I have become one with the coffee. Coffee is me. I am coffee. Awake.

Remi is now online

Remi: what happened

Arlo: Coffee.

Remi: NO.

Sera is now online

Sera: hell no

Remi: help

Arlo: coffee

Arlo: I need more coffee (:

Sera: not again

John is now online

John: am trying to prevent him from reaching the coffee machine

Sera: I'm upstairs. Nerf gun ready.

Remi: ???

Arlo: cOfFEEeeEeeEEE

Sera: he's a coffee addict

Sera: Arlo is too far gone

Remi: were you at?

Arlo: GIVRE BSCK THE COFFEE MAXCHIND

John: his apartment obviously

Sera: John on your 4 o clock

John: hand over the coffee

Arlo: No

Remi: im getting a strange sense of deja vu...

Sera: help?

John: shit he used his ability

Arlo: give back the coffee machine

Sera: just break the thing

Sera: I'm sure you can break it -_-

John: you do it

Remi: huh

Remi: I'm coming over

Sera: thank you

Arlo: No pinky.

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Ding-dong-!

Most people wouldn't be visiting others at 3 AM, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made.

"Again?" Remi asks, taking off her shoes.

"Yep." Seraphina replies from the top of the staircase, holding a Nerf gun. She aims at Arlo's barrier.

"He's a f*cking coffee addict." John says through gritted teeth. He puts the coffee machine behind him, the ever growing barrier pushing him into a corner.

"Give me the coffee machine!" Arlo screeches angrily.

"No! And it's 3 AM! What's wrong with you?!"

Remi winces as the toy gun bullet bounces off of the barrier, exploding on impact.

"What happened to sophisticated serious Arlo?! Who- what-" Remi stutters.

"He's too far gone now. Coffee and bagels are some things that he goes crazy about." Seraphina shoots the Nerf gun again, only for the bullet to explode again.

"Why don't you break it? You're strong enough to do so." Remi suggests.

"We tried. It didn't work." John states, backing into a corner as the golden barrier corners him and the coffee machine.

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