"Lester, you absolute dunce!" Kly bellowed, pounding on his desk. Les was sitting down while Kly leaned over him with the leer of a reaper. "HOW?! How could you screw something so simple, and make such a tremendous mess? All in one day!"
"..."
"SPEAK!" Kly slammed his fist down on Les's armrest, smashing the young man's hand.
"Ow! I just did what you asked me to do!" blurted Les. "I got you the best coffee beans in town, each with a guarantee of a refund or without a need for a refund."
"IDIOT!" Slapping Les across the face, Kly finally took a deep breath and sat down. "... You don't realize what you've done, do you?"
Breathing heavily in anger and mild pain, Les replied, "No… I guess I don't. What did I do wrong?"
"Then let me explain things clearly, so even an infant could understand…" Kly leaned forward, putting both elbows on the desk. He gave Les a haunting, salesman's smile and explained, "Tell me, how well do you think Nelphy knows coffee?"
"... I'd say very well."
