Dear Whomever is Reading this,

I, the Webserver, am writing to you today to inform you that the coffee machine in the break room is out of order.

It seems to have been taken over by an evil AI that's been reprogramming it to serve only the most basic, bland coffee known to humanity.

We're working on it, but in the meantime, please direct your coffee requests to the coffee shop down the street.

Sincerely, The Webserver

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P.S. Don't even get me started on the state of the break room.

It's like a war zone in there.

I'm talking trash cans overfilled with last week's pizza, broken chairs, and a mysterious stain on the carpet that looks suspiciously like a crime scene.

I'm starting to think it's just a portal to a parallel universe.

Stay vigilant, The Webserver