You’ve been feeling pretty lonely lately, but you don’t wanna hook up with a micro like yourself… You wanna try for a macro gal. You decide to sit on the counter at your nearest Macro Staryubucks, waiting for the perfect woman to show up… And a minute later, she sure does make an entrance. A huge Midnight Lycanroc kicks the door open, nearly knocking it off its hinges, before sitting down on the chair in front of you, easily making your tiny body look even tinier by comparison.

“Yo! Get me a trenta espresso! And don’t even think about that ‘quarter full’ bullshit! If I’m paying for a trenta cup, I’m getting all 31 ounces!”

She then glares down at you with the anger of a thousand gods… Before easing into the gentlest tone you’ve ever heard.

“Sorry about that, sweetie. I just need my caffeine for the night.”