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Ohmygod, but like Klatchian Coffee? That stuff does weird things to people. Gram used to drink a cup before she talked to certain people... she said that when she was in the knurd state she could see right thru the lies some people liked to tell...
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Give me a hit of that too--I wonder what the effect would be of having it just before you enter the bar.
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“No my Lord” shouts Hrun slapping the cup of coffee out of Cobalts hand. “A knurd Cobalt Kid could cause the universe to collapse on it self"
Crossing over to an Omnicom pad Hrun quickly calls up and Encyclopaedia Galactica entry and reads out
Knurd
Consider the following scale: •
Being drunk is to be intoxicated by alcohol to such an extent as to be unable to perceive the world clearly through the senses.
Being sober is to be able to perceive the world clearly through the senses, yet humans are quite capable of giving themselves illusions and little stories to make life more bearable.
Being knurd is to be (un)intoxicated with Klatchian Coffee to such an extent that all such comfort stories are stripped away from the mind. This makes you see the world in a way 'nobody ever should', in all its harsh reality.
People generally find being knurd excruciating, as their comfortable illusions are stripped away and all of life's terrors are exposed. When accidentally knurd, people hurry to get alcohol into them to restore the balance. I
n fact, they generally go too far, getting very drunk in order to a) make certain they aren't knurd, and b) get so comfortably illusory that the mind can't recall those terrible realities.
Mis-dosing in an attempt to treat natural knurd-ness can lead to pathological alcoholism, or merely pathological violence as in the case of English Football fans
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Ugh. 6 in the morning on a Saturday and already in the office.
Ms. Cramer... if ever I needed one of your doubleshot espresso Red Eyes, today is the day.
...ooh! And two of those almond biscottis, please.
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12+ hours later... still here... better make that a triple this time.
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Trust me, Chief, I wish I were roleplaying. 14-hour software deployments, running on nicotine and caffeine are no way to spend a Saturday.
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<standing by the table, sipping a coffee with a smarmy smile is Cobie>
Well, well. Finally sober? I've been waiting for you, Abin. We need to talk.
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