Alien Coffee Chronicles - Final
At long last, a close to the events of these last several months.
A finish to Alien Abduction - A Javahead Serial
There is no need to recap these chronicles. We’ve all experienced the utter horror together. It’s a coffee story gone hay-wire. Consider the profiles of the alien clones: Topher, CCafe and Steve Kessler. Coffee was their life, but soon they became Scary Cannibal Alien Argonauts; Coffee Roasting Weapons against Humanity.
The pull of the powerful Centaurians was tremendous. They would certainly have attained their goal, to wipe planet Earth clean of all Humanity. However, a pure and intrinsic truth exists inside of all true coffee connoisseurs. Indeed, each of our noble coffee pioneers retained the essence of Caffé Truth, even as clones. For a clone must contain some remnant of its original host. The germs of Arabica and Robusta continued their slow burn inside our heroes, even as the clones they inhabited worked their roasters, drawing in unsuspecting Earth Humans for consumption.
The essence of Caffé Truth in each of them first brought them back into control of their minds, then eventually into control of their clone bodies. As human awareness returned, so did the understanding of what was happening to Planet Earth. Their minds watched the deeds their bodies performed, as controlled thugs of the maniacal Centaurians. Evil ooze!
Not very remarkably, it was the spouses and partners of the clones that eventually brought human control back to the roaster clones. As most relationships work, there is a continuous tug and pull that occurs within each couple. The partners noticed a definite difference in tolerance to nagging. It was the nagging that shone light on the clones.
But it was the Essence of Coffee, Caffé Truth that brought the spirit of the roasters back to their spouses. If not for this aura of sorts that brought them through, their spouses would surely have been consumed. No clone can take all that nagging!
This scene played out, not only with our three intrepid travelers, but with all coffee roasters, world-wide. The spouses nagged. The true coffee connoisseurs revived. The advocates of poor coffee ate their wives. Brutal. But through it all, Earth eventually returned to the Human inhabitants once again.
Poor Caffe Biscotto’s bakery was a casualty in the end. You remember the Granite Rock Face that slid down from Franconia Notch? It did land right on top of David’s Biscotti in Pittsfield, MA. Fortunately, the Rock Face was inhabited by a rather voluptuous lady roaster clone, by the name of Ladonna. Lovely Ladonna! Mr. Biscotto and Ms. Ladonna are now enjoying Bunches of Bodacious Biscotti together in neighboring Stockbridge. And they make beautiful music together. Nagging and all.
There is a moral to this story. Beware, oh you many mediocre coffee purveyors. You know there is money to be made by cutting costs on aged green and low quality floor sweepings. But those of you who escaped the ravages of the nagging wives (and didn’t eat them in the process) may find yourselves inhabited someday by the insipious green ooze. That is a hell you don’t ever want to experience.
As for me, MakoShark is constantly swimming, hungry and looking for prey in his waters. Remember, No Finning. Words to live by.
Be well.
MakoShark
Caffe Biscotto
