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John's finger freezes and falls off into the coffee. After falling into a long thirty minute nap, he cries at the top of his lungs.
"My finger! My finger! My index finger!"
Suddenly he caught himself in the midst of the stinging pain of frostbite. He dazed into the thick, frozen coffee. He was intrigued. He remembered his coffee to be quite hot only forty five minutes ago, but he remembered that it became awfully cold only five minutes after he placed it on his desk.
"I wonder what kind of witchcraft that could possibly be."
John, after staring intently into the frozen coffee, grabs the cup with his four remaining fingers and tries to chug it down. The coffee slides into his mouth, a long chuck that his lips could barely wrap around, and he accidentally swallows it. His finger was in the coffee, but John felt no such feeling as disgust as his own finger is now caged into a block of black ice and inside of his mouth. The ice slipped into his throat, and, unable to swallow it down, John collapses onto the ground... choking... dying... and eventually dead. Nobody knew that he died but his landlord.
-100 years later-
John's arm punched through the coffin and dug out of the ground. He was reborn now, but no longer as a human or a corpse. He was reborn as a bloodthirsty beast.
"Ah. At last! I have slept for too long!" he roared. "It is time for my dinner." He jumped through the cemetary and punched through a passing taxi. He bit the taxi driver's neck and sucked the man's blood dry.
"You shall be reborn and serve under me!" he chuckled like a demon. The taxi driver remained dead for an hour but was brought back to life by John's power. The taxi driver was now the same creature as John, and would come to be his bestfriend and his ally.
"You—" John called to the man, "What say your name?"
"My name—" the former taxi driver said haughtily, "is Smith."
(too much effort, calm down man)