Post by logan on Jan 28, 2007 8:52:28 GMT -5
Sometimes in the morning when a man wakes up he can't move, he can't function, he can't think, and the hell if he wants to talk to anyone. That man was Logan, his entire morning was devoted to getting half dressed, going to 7-11, and getting the biggest cup of coffee he could. This routine became almost a tradition for Logan, it was rarely ever broken, and it's become a part of this daily life. This morning would be different, however. The scene opens up to the front of a local 7-11, it's the only one for miles in this area Logan has located himself in, it's still dark outside, and the sun will be rising within the next hour. Logan is seen walking into the 7-11 like a zombie heading straight for the coffee spot, eyes have open, dragging his feet, one hand on his back, and fighting his way to the coffee. Once Logan makes it here he does his usually routine that's been performed the last ten years, grab the biggest empty cup you can, preferably 32oz, four sugars, four french vanilla creams, any other cream just wouldn't stand, must have french vanilla, and then the magic part.. pour the hot coffee into the loaded down cup of sugar, and cream. But this morning was different than the others, all the coffee pots were empty, bone dry, and the search for coffee in the morning was failure. Logan still half awake with no coffee is in his most grumpiest state.
Logan: Coffee? No.. coff--ee...
Logan turns into a caged animal, pacing back, and fourth in front of the coffee stand. This is an outrage to him, and he takes his empty cup banging it on the counter.
Logan: Coffee.. AH!
Jumping up, and down like a monkey banging the cup on the counter trying to speak but it's far to early for Logan to say anything English. His words sound barbaric.
Logan: Coff... EEEE! AH!
One of the cashier's comes to Logan's aid to find out what's going on with all the ruckus.
Cashier: Sir, all of our coffee machines are down.. I'm sorry, sir. Would you like to treat yourself to a hot chocolate?
Logan: Coff.. EE! BAH! BAH!
Cashier: Calm down, sir.
Logan tries to control his morning rage, coming to terms with himself that this morning there will be no coffee. Logan breathes heavy.
Logan: I need..
Fighting the words as he speaks, trying to make out what he can before going back into a monkey like stance with caveman language.
Logan: Coffee.. just a little shot, you holding..?
Cashier: I picked up a little cup from WaWa on the way here, it's all I've got, and I need it though.
As the Cashier speaks she pointed back to the counter where her coffee was hidden, Logan pushes her down running past her, and quickly grabs the cup of coffee.
Logan: Coff..eeee!
Logan returns back to his animalistic ways of beating his hands on the counter, jumping up, and down while taking the lid off the hot coffee. The cashier gets up.
Cashier: Get your own cup!
Logan: Mine! Coff.. eeee
Logan lifts the coffee over his head, chugging it back as the steaming hot liquid pours into his mouth, down his lips, and over his chin practically burning him but the taste is too good. Logan screams out while drinking the coffee.
Cashier: Just calm down, and sip.. your burn yourself. You don't know how to drink coffee!
Logan takes hard gulp, steam coming from his mouth.
Logan: I know how to drink coffee, how dare you insult me like that.
Logan seems to be coming back to his normal ways with the taste of coffee.
Cashier: Get out of my store!
Running out with the coffee in one hand, porn magazine in the other.
Cashier: So he's the one that's been stealing everyone's porn!
The scene fades out.
Logan: Coffee? No.. coff--ee...
Logan turns into a caged animal, pacing back, and fourth in front of the coffee stand. This is an outrage to him, and he takes his empty cup banging it on the counter.
Logan: Coffee.. AH!
Jumping up, and down like a monkey banging the cup on the counter trying to speak but it's far to early for Logan to say anything English. His words sound barbaric.
Logan: Coff... EEEE! AH!
One of the cashier's comes to Logan's aid to find out what's going on with all the ruckus.
Cashier: Sir, all of our coffee machines are down.. I'm sorry, sir. Would you like to treat yourself to a hot chocolate?
Logan: Coff.. EE! BAH! BAH!
Cashier: Calm down, sir.
Logan tries to control his morning rage, coming to terms with himself that this morning there will be no coffee. Logan breathes heavy.
Logan: I need..
Fighting the words as he speaks, trying to make out what he can before going back into a monkey like stance with caveman language.
Logan: Coffee.. just a little shot, you holding..?
Cashier: I picked up a little cup from WaWa on the way here, it's all I've got, and I need it though.
As the Cashier speaks she pointed back to the counter where her coffee was hidden, Logan pushes her down running past her, and quickly grabs the cup of coffee.
Logan: Coff..eeee!
Logan returns back to his animalistic ways of beating his hands on the counter, jumping up, and down while taking the lid off the hot coffee. The cashier gets up.
Cashier: Get your own cup!
Logan: Mine! Coff.. eeee
Logan lifts the coffee over his head, chugging it back as the steaming hot liquid pours into his mouth, down his lips, and over his chin practically burning him but the taste is too good. Logan screams out while drinking the coffee.
Cashier: Just calm down, and sip.. your burn yourself. You don't know how to drink coffee!
Logan takes hard gulp, steam coming from his mouth.
Logan: I know how to drink coffee, how dare you insult me like that.
Logan seems to be coming back to his normal ways with the taste of coffee.
Cashier: Get out of my store!
Running out with the coffee in one hand, porn magazine in the other.
Cashier: So he's the one that's been stealing everyone's porn!
The scene fades out.
