It Was A Little Like I Imagine Cocaine Feels

For lo, it came to pass in days of yore (yesterday, actually) that a great weariness plagued our heroine. She made with all good haste to her local apothecary, one StellarBucks, where she prevailed upon the faux-hawked knave in attendance for a concoction of such potency as to deliver a "brain-melting degree of caffeinne."

The knave, with an alacrity well-masked 'neath his foolish coiffure, answered simply, "Hot or cold?". He then produced a flagon of kingly proportions brimming with the promised libation.

And our heroine lay her face upon the counter in StellarBucks and wept. For it was that good.