Chris: Hey, Slurpee! I made coffee, how do you want it?
Slurpee: Black?
Chris: Stop trying to seem edgy, you wuss.
Slurpee: Cream?
Chris: Oh? Coming right up, madam.
Slurpee: Cream and sugar?
Chris: So you like it how Kennith does?
Kennith: Chris, I don't like sugar in my coffee.
Slurpee: Surprise me...?
Chris:
Slurpee:
Chris: *throws the coffee into Slurpee's face*