"Must've dozed off for a sec, Troy." Slate said. "What do ya need?" He asked slowly and sleepily. "I could use a fresh cup. Black, please." Troy replied. "You've got it! Large?" Slate asked. "Yes, please." Troy thanked Slate for the Java and left a tip as he turned to leave. "Did you say Java, Troy?" Slate asked perking up immediately. "Yeah, man. Thanks for the Java." Slate abruptly snatched the hot cup from Troy's hand. "That ... was lava! Here's your Joe." Slate explained, handing Troy another cup. "LAVA?"
"Yeah...I had them mislabeled."