WHEN I AM KING...

The engineers of the world will be lined up in stocks.

And we will run the almost-empty coffee pot from the common kitchen under their nose. We will let them breathe from the sticky black coffee/tar that lines the bottom of the pot.

And we will ask them: did you make a new pot of coffee today?

We already know that the answer is no. Unicorns, the perpetual motion machine, Santa Claus, and engineers who make coffee when the pot is empty—none of them exist.

We will get to the bottom of this.

We will give them The Fear.

When I am king.