I'm bored enough.
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Ianto rubbed his face. He was exhausted. "Wait, explain to me again why the coffee is gone?"
John twisted something in the machine with his fingers, then yelped and withdrew them, shaking his hand. "Because it needs recalibrated. You're brewing at ninety four degrees."
Ianto sighed. "Yeah, that's right."
"Oh, man, why don't you all have tapeworms?"
Ianto sat on the edge of the table and watched Hart turn the coffee machine upside down. It was fun to watch the man act batshit. Though that the coffee machine was his current obsession was not pleasing. "Our coffee doesn't have tapeworms," he said, and when John gave him a withering look over his shoulder, "Does it?" he finished weakly.
"John!" Jack yelled as he came through the cog door with a tray of Starbucks. "Don't feed him that parasites are everywhere nonsense." Jack handed Ianto a coffee. "Don't ever listen to him."
John laughed. "Once, you-"
"Don't."
"You believed me when I told you clear quartz was fossilised ice."
"I WAS HIGH."
Ianto sipped his coffee. Oooh, too hot. This was more than ninety-four degrees. Bad Starbucks. On the other hand, at least he wouldn't be getting a tapeworm.
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THAT IS THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF JOHN. That, and he will usually blow you.
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