This planet sucks. Everywhere I turn there are more people with more problems.

"My lattee's cold!"

"I dropped my cupcake!"

"My mother just died!"

Kee-rist.

Maybe, just maybe, there's a planet out there where people mind their own business, keep their traps shut, and just silently seethe into their cup of coffee; which some waitress named Cathy is nice enough to keep topping off. Yessir, a Dunkin' Donuts counter on a planetary scale.

"Top it off?"

"Thanks, sugar."