Dear Wiseass Upstairs,

So you think sending an elevator back down with all the buttons pushed so it'll stop on every floor is a good idea? And that two is even better?

Well, next time you do it, don't pick my coffee run. If I can't drink my morning coffee, I will drink your blood instead. And then I will feast on your entrails. Following that, I will nail your desiccated, hollowed-out carcass to the elevator next to the buttons as a precautionary tale for all fools who would mess with me and my morning Tim's.

Clear?

Leanne