The whole cataclysmic fiasco was set in motion a few days prior to the end of time, when a young man named Jerry, in a small coffee shop in Bozeman Montana, purchased a mocha latte from a girl he’d secretly been in love with for months.
Wheels were set in motion, however innocently, that morning, when the barista (who’s name I will not bother to mention, as she does not appear again until the very end of the narrative) asked Jerry a very simple question.
“For here, or to go?”
And, unfortunately for anyone who enjoyed things existing, Jerry chose incorrectly…
