The mood in the tent was tense. Outside, the antarctic air temperature had fallen to a rather chilly -42 degrees. Blythe, the batman, was brewing the coffee.
"Mmm," commented Twatt, taking a sip, "utterly disgusting. What on earth is in this?"
"We ran out of coffee yesterday, sir," replied Blythe, "I had to use my initiative."
"So...what is this?"
"I boiled some water and melted some of Godfrey's brown crayons in it, sir."
"Good man. That's what I like to see. Initiative."
Godfrey bustled in out of the cold. "Dammit Twatt!" he yelled, "Have you seen my crayons?"
"Coffee?" Blythe asked.
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