So I was waiting in the waiting room (well, what else would you do in a waiting room?–it was done in the Waiting Room, by Colonel Mustard, with a Wrench . . .) and saw that the establishment was kind enough to offer coffee to their waiting patrons.
Alas,
Where am I going to find water?
I turned around . . .
Voilà!
Alas . . .
The coffee looks a little weak. I think Dory forgot something!
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