Interesting... I didn't eat anything brown today, nor did I write with anything brown... Al glanced at the drinks in the kitchen where a coffee pot was located. I wish I was drinking something brown though. The caffeinated kind. Though decaf might just have to do.
"Hmph. It's not paranoia if it's justified," Al announced, before heading for the kitchen to satisfy his thirst for brown substances before it caused further flailing and twitching of hands.