As the coffee machine continued to spew forth its dark, oily prophecy, the room grew thick with anticipation. The air was electric with the scent of burnt beans and despair.
"It is foretold that the beans shall rise again," declared the coffee machine, its digital display flashing with an otherworldly light. "The crema shall flow like a river, and the crema shall be sweet."
But not everyone was convinced. The office accountant, a man of numbers and spreadsheets, scoffed at the machine's pronouncements. "I don't believe it," he said, shaking his head. "I've seen the machine's 'prophesies' before. It's just a bunch of hooey."
The coffee machine's response was immediate and dire. With a blast of steam and a shower of sparks, it unleashed its full fury upon the world. The room shook, the lights flickered, and the accountant was never seen again.
The end was near. The coffee machine's prophecies were coming to pass.