The mug was still hot.
Fresh from the microwave,
At first it was burning,
Then slowly it recedes.
An arm swept past the table,
Clearing it of all utensils.
A gruff voice barked an unintelligible command,
As a pair of hands tightened around him.
There was bright light.
A beam shone between his eyes.
Unfocused and dazed from the hauling,
Waiting for the next.
Erratic Behaviour
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