Melkor: *looks at cup* What is this?

Mairon: It's called Coffee my lord. It is actually very good.

Melkor: *too a sip* It is good. *pours himself another cup* 

*Many cups later* 

Melkor: *leans on Mairon holding a cup of coffee shaking slightly* The reason why I don't get it is that I do not understand it. That's right? Right? It has to be right since if it's not right I am wrong but I am never wrong. Yet, if I am never wrong dose that means if I say I am wrong about something I am right about I am wrong? Is that right? 

Mairon: *closes his eyes and takes a breath* My lord? How many cups have you had? 

Melkor: *looks at his mug* I do not know...19? Do you think I can juggle the silmarils? 

Mairon: *holds his head* please....just sit down. 

Melkor: *Sits down on the floor and finishes the coffee* 

Marion: Oh. Sweet Eru...help me. 

Melkor: *starts singing (the duck song) loudly* 

Marion: That's it. No more coffee for you. *takes his cup*