"Too much caffeine is bad for your system in a multitude of ways, Mr Jackson."
The concerned man looked at Daniel in horror as he swept his third cup of coffee in less than ten minutes, and poured his fourth. It was one of those days.
"It's 'doctor', not 'mister'," Daniel responded kindly, correcting himself immediately, "actually it's neither. Please, call me Daniel."
He took a deep sip of his precious brown brew and exhaled. He briefly looked toward the door, urging with all his mind power for the rest of the officials to get there. He wanted to start the meeting right now, so he could then go home and sleep.
"Thank you, Daniel," the man smiled, "and I don't mean to be intrusive, it's not my business of course. But I must say your coffee consumption raises concerns."
Just as Daniel was going to respond, Colonel Jack O'Neill sauntered in to the room in his usual, effortless fashion.
"Mr Secretary, sir," Jack said, "please, if you rob Daniel of his coffee, well, frankly, sir, I think he'll quit."
"Oh, I will." Daniel said in a grave tone, waving a finger of warning and caution in the air.
Jack walked up, shook the secretary's hand, and leaning in toward him, he said in a loud, dramatic whisper,
"I'd be alright with it, but, we need him to identify all the rocks, you see."
The secretary smiled uncertainly and turned to Daniel.
"And for that you need coffee, Daniel?" he asked, tentatively using his new acquaintance's first name.
Daniel smiled.
"There is nothing in this universe, Mr Secretary, for which I do not require coffee."
As their guest appeared slightly surprised at the statement, Jack only nodded solemnly. Some truths just could not be compromised.
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