The tiny people lined every surface. Toby tugged his robe closed. They watched him expectantly.
"Would you like coffee?" he asked them.
"A prophecy!" one said. "Truly, in final days, we WILL desire stimulation!"
"Nonsense!" said another. "Notice the word 'like.' We are akin to coffee, for we grow in the soil of our faith and are roasted by the fires of temptation-"
"Stop it," Toby snapped. "All of you!"
"Ah, truly we WILL eventually cease to be!"
"Gibberish! The commandment was clear..."
The argument resumed. Toby gritted his teeth and said nothing for as long as he could.