But his Almighty Parental Unit decided otherwise. Bob wondered how he was related to this redneck toad of a dad. Anyway, Bob got out of bed and headed toward the mess hall. You see, Bob has not yet had his coffee, a task in which Bob was, at this very moment, going to accomplish. Before it is understood by the common person why Bob ignored his surroundings, it is first necessary to delve into the history of coffee.
Coffee sends some sort of a neat jolt to the brain.
After excessive coffee drinking, a human brain often requires a huge jolt of caffeine before it starts to work, much like a biker kicks, screams at, curses, and generally beats the crap out of a motorcycle before it starts. Bob wondered through the hallways, still oblivious to the fact that decapitated heads lie abound and debris was falling from the ceiling. Bob finally made it to the mess hall, and it was there that he noticed something was dreadfully wrong. There wasn't any coffee in the pot. What's going on, Bob thought.