In the kitchen of the office inside Superhero Dispatch Network HQ, Sonar was blending his instant coffee like usual, staring blankly at nothing as he thought if he should put cream or sugar in it... Why not both? But what about diabetes? Can bats get diabetes? Is this just another episode of overthinking due to rabies? Does he have rabies at all?

RANDOM SCREECH

*Sonar snaps back to what he was doing, twirling his cup with a spoon as he leans against the vending machine"

"Oops, sorry about that, didn't had my morning coffee yet. It's the cranky crawling out of my gut to kill us all. And somehow i'm not kidding."

He said in an almost monotone tone while taking a sip from his bitter brevage, adjusting his tie as if preparing a speech

"I just wish coffee had a different taste, a taste that makes you go "yummers" each time you sip from it, instead of feeling like you're licking Juan Valdez's sweat. I mean, caffeine doesn't have to taste like underpayed part time job worker's regret and burnt shit... There's energy drinks, right? Those have caffeine, and probably stuff that will put microplastics in your scrotum faster than you realize you'll become human equivalent of a straw."

He pauses for a moment

"Oh, but those are a bit sugary too... But then again there's Zero sugar options..."

He thinks and shrugs

"Maybe i'll scam Coca cola into making the perfect energy drink at this point, since all It takes is a lazy IA generated ad tonconvince them to hire me as marketing administrator apparently... That if i don't get any of my little bones broken during our little dispatch shit and shitgles, because no one truly giggles here..."

He sips yet again and checks his phone, his ears twitch in irritation once he realizes his memecoin didn't fooled anyone into buying it

"Harvard didn't have me a certificate to die on the street because a robber thought it'd be fun to pull a grenade launcher mid fight, that's cringe. I have dignity you know, not that i expect you to have since you work here to begin with."