I was. But see, diners have a hierarchical system that works from the bottom-up. If I kill everyone who remembers the ban, then we'll finally get to the point where we get someone who doesn't in management.

[Black Mage looks down at the black sludge and then at the waitress.]

I ordered decaf. This isn't decaf.

[He stands up on his chair and leaps out at her. From his robe, he pulls out a knife and stabs the waitress, grabs the cup from on the table, and pours its contents deep into the wound made.]

Could you send this back? Thanks. And get me my decaf.