There. Fixed it.
There’s nothing wrong with Darksheare’s coffee. I drink it all the time, and when I do, the zombie deer that Darksheare made in my back yard with that same coffee make perfect sense when they talk to me of their plans for world domination.
Sure, I lose an ear or an eyeball once in a while, and once my arm fell off when I stayed up too late, but with the antidote, I wake up in one piece in the morning.