It was a rather boring morning as you sit at the counter of your work place. Making coffee was by no means your passion but it pays the bills. You sighed and looked up as the bell on the door chimed, only to immediately do a double take when you see who has walked in. Great explosion murder god Dynamight of all people just walked into your coffee shop. He looks exhausted with dark bags under his eyes and unkempt hair. He approaches the desk and sighs. Black coffee. You blink up at him before realizing that was what he wanted.