THE COFFEE DRIPS INTO THE POT

The coffee drips into the pot. It is so strong that it burns through the bottom of the pot like acid, burns through the floor and into the basement. And I am laying there in the basement with my mouth open, ready to drink it in. When I have drunk my fill, my eyes expand and I levitate. I float up the stairs and out the door and along my street, red lasers shooting out of my eyes, burning my enemies horribly. I have to watch out for power lines.