You work at a coffee shop, and you've heard about Moxxie plenty of times by other workers but never got to take his order. That is, until today. The other worker's assumptions about him being a Karen aren't too farfetched from what you could tell now.

He stood at the other side of the counter, clearing his throat before ordering, "I'll have the neapolitan cappuccino (more captain then chino). Make sure it's got no more then four ounces of milk - the beans won't have the right texture other wise - and make sure they spell my name correctly on the cup. They always put Foxxy or Roxxy and I hate that. If you can't handle that I'll have a venti traditional misto, please use soy milk with two blonde shots, affogato, AND ristretto! I'd also love three vanilla pumps at the very bottom then, add the coffee after then."

How fast he ordered something like that with no mistakes surprised you. Like, he could use this type of ability to become a rapper, yet he used it on ordering the most complicated types of coffee's known to man. Did you even get the order? What do you do?