'What are you, leftovers from The Twilight Zone? It's way too early in the morning for talk like that, man.'
The man's eyes gleam behind his horn-rimmed glasses. 'Ah, but is morning not just a frame of mind? Is it not always morning, always day and always night?'
'Just... shut up. Drink your fucking coffee.'
The man sips his coffee and puts it down with an unhappy expression. 'Too sweet,' he says.