With a laborious heave, Shift Speed pried himself from his bed and lumbered to the kitchen.

He was the first of the Shift brothers to move into the Drive Apartments, with Wild and Technic still getting their things packed for the move. Hopefully, this meant he could have a nice, calm break from their job. Goodness knew he'd had enough of that.

First, though, came coffee.

The jug was currently sitting by the sink, but the power outlet was at the other end of the bench. Speed had to drag it a full two metres in order to plug it in and turn it on.

Now he had to remember where the coffee itself was stored in this new place. Good lord, he needed that stuff like he needed oxygen! Eventually, he thought to look in the cupboards above the bench. However, all he found was plates and glasses.

Wait, he thought, isn't there more than one cupboard?

Sure enough, when he moved his search from the left cupboard to the right, he found sugar, salt, pepper, tea (why did he even have that?) and coffee. Grinning, he lifted down the jar of nectar from the cupboard, unscrewing the lid and sniffing deeply, enjoying the smell of nothing.

Wait.

He didn't smell anything!

Speed could do naught but stare at his empty coffee jar, unable to comprehend the concept of running out of coffee. It was too horriffic. He needed coffee to function in the mornings. It was his fuel! Without it, he was nothing more than a zombie!

The slackjawed silence was broken by the sound of someone chuckling. Speed eventually came to, and noticed it was coming from an unfamiliar voice in his new apartment.

"Did you take my coffee? Who are you?"

The voice revealed itself, a young man in orange. "Congratulations! I'm Max Flare, and you've just been initiated into Drive Apartments!"

Speed had him by the throat in a flash. "MY COFFEE! WHERE IS IT, YOU GIT?"

"Oh, uh..." Flare nervously chuckled. "I... threw it out."

"And then he threw me out."

"Flare, Flare, Flare," chided Funky Spike, passing him a fresh icepack. "You really thought it was a good idea to prank someone who depended on coffee?"

"Hey, I thought that was just a myth!" Flare retorted, slapping the icepack over the left side of his face.

"Well, it's not. Now, will you make it up to him?"

"Rev no! I'm a master prankster, I don't have to apologise for my deeds!"

"And that's why you're never getting a girlfriend."

"Oh, shut up!"