Eternal sentence
My fear is that I will have to spend the afterlife in a bog-standard chain-decorated coffee shop packed full of vacuous jabbering idiots, using a flaky 1993 laptop to connect to a shoddy wi-fi hotspot and forced to read YouTube comments forever.
After ten minutes of that I will be begging for the red-hot trident. I can't stand the smell of coffee.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
