#Geoff Bagos Gets Coffee
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*"I should've had Stephanie get this for me."*

Enter Cafè Deca. In this cruel, dark world, there's only one place you can get a really good coffee... according to them.
There's a small problem: Cafè Deca has a waitlist. 
A really long waitlist.

After having himself placed on the waitlist a month ago, Geoff Bagos' time to place an order had finally arrived. 
As he sat on a decadent stool in what could only be described as the classiest bar in the world, he glanced at everyone around him.
Each and every person was silently drinking their coffee in peace.
...Except for him.
For 15 minutes, he's been waiting for what he ordered; their most famous and popular item, the "Black Coffee with Cream".

The "Black Coffee with Cream" piqued Bagos' interest.
After all, how could a black coffee have any cream in it? Black means there's NOTHING in it. So how do they make it black? This is the most famous coffee place in the WORLD, so it can't just be some sham.

*"No, it's best I didn't have Stephanie get this. I need to see this paradox with my own eyes."*

As the elusive "Black Coffee with Cream" perplexed Bagos, he thought of all it could be.

A genius chemical cocktail?
Cutting edge magitech?
A localized temporal paradox?

No matter how the clear geniuses at Cafè Deca made their signature item, it was clear to Bagos that it must be wonderful.
If he could harness the science of the contradictory coffee, who knows what power it could bring him? The advances that could be made?

The door to the kitchen unlocked.
Bagos focused all of his attention on it, and waited with baited breath.
A beautiful woman with a stunning and professional maid costume exited the kitchen, and held in her hand a plate covered with cloth.
Bagos could see the silhouette of a small cup, clearly making the contents of the plate known.

The waitress brought the plate over to Bagos, and he could smell the rich smell of coffee.

She placed it in front of him, and quickly and silently left, taking the large tip Bagos had left for her.

Bagos was to remove the cloth himself.

*"A month and 15 minutes have gone into me waiting for this coffee... now, to reveal its secrets!"*

Bagos lifted the cloth, and before him laid two cups.

A cup of black coffee.
And a cup of just cream.

Bagos looked at the cups. 
He then looked around the room.
He looked at the cups, again.

Wasting no further time, Bagos quickly and silently left, fishing a small phone-like invention out of his pocket. He quickly dialed a number, just as he was going through the exit.

"Stephanie, stop what you're doing. I want 'Cafè Deca' blacklisted from Bagosgrad. They aren't going into space. They don't *get* to go to space. ...Yes, I know, they have the 'é' backwards."