you crave a cuppa. but you have no teabags left. a tear rolls down your cheek. you call your friend and vent, they have none so you can’t steal from them but she says to go to 78 joycup street. you pop on your coat and go there. you knock on the door and a strange man with a cup for a head opens the door “hiya, Jayda told me you would be coming anyway. welcome to me gaff help ya self to a cuppa or something since that’s what you need. and i’ll be over ere watchin corra~”