When the chap practically threw my coffee cup onto the counter I thought it was just part of his harried, put-upon-by-customers 'tude.
But no! It was because he'd succeeded in creating a form of coffee plasma, hotter than the surface of the sun, and if he'd held onto the cup for a fraction of a second longer he'd have incandesced into a raging pillar of fire.
@Dammit
This morning: Benugo, Great Portland Street.
When the chap practically threw my coffee cup onto the counter I thought it was just part of his harried, put-upon-by-customers 'tude.
But no! It was because he'd succeeded in creating a form of coffee plasma, hotter than the surface of the sun, and if he'd held onto the cup for a fraction of a second longer he'd have incandesced into a raging pillar of fire.
1/10.