Gregori was a scientist of great caliber, yet for the life of him, he could not figure out how to fix the damned coffee machine. In the week that had passed, he had dismantled it numerous times, tinkered with every component and part he could, built a combination fruit-juicer and foot-massager with the parts, then finally thrown his hands up in disgruntled disgust and reassembled it.<br/><br/>As soon as the last screw was tightly turned into its place, the coffee machine began to thrum and vibrate with a life of its own.<br/><br/>"Oh bloody hell..." he muttered.<br/><br/>Moments later, the door to the basement burst open, and Gregori ran out shouting unintelligibly in German, followed by a veritable tidal wave of delicious coffee. He ran into the main room of the shop with the coffee gushing just behind him, lapping at his heels. This hazelnut-flavored tsunami flooded the floor of the shop, soaking everyone's feet in sweet brown liquid. Gregori slipped and fell as he ran, landing face first onto the coffee-covered floor.