You don't sweat, you percolate. You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it's not plugged in. Charles Manson thinks you need to calm down. You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers. Starbucks owns the mortgage on your house.
Instant coffee takes too long.
People get dizzy just watching you. Sixty-three more, I'll have a cup. The Taster's Choice couple wants to adopt you. Your taste buds are so numb you could drink your lava lamp. You're so wired, you pick up AM radio.