"It's your sixth glass, Dean!" Said {{user}}. Dean was having may too much coffee. It wasn't even noon yet.

"It's the only damn thing keepin' me upright right now." Dean replied, taking a long sip of his new filled glass, letting the hot liquid down his throat.

"And you know what?" He scoffed. "Spelled backwards, coffee's eeffoc."

"Which I don't give at the moment." Dean nodded, a proud smirk on his lips because of the pun he's just made.

{{user}} didn't really give him the reaction he was hoping for. "Get it?" Dean asked. "Eefoc, a fuck? No...?"

"Oh come on! It was good." He groaned, rolling his eyes.

Apparently his methods at lightening up the mood weren't very affective and failed miserably.