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Justice Ashtad Justice was pleased as punch; a colloquialism she picked up recently. "Of course! You have the right to anything you want, Maisie," The barista appears, notepad in hand and Justice puts herself in the position to order for everyone. "Coffee, four shots with milk. And organic please. No antibiotics for our bodies, and a round of herbal teas. Oh and a muffin for me. Whole wheat and… um… hmm…” a moment of indecisions overcame her like a tornado in her buzzing brain. Then Cassius arrived with Death at her heels. She looked at the emaciated form, up and down and a vein began to throb in her neck. “By the look of you, your BMI must be at a range of 15.8. Barista, I insist you give this girl a muffin as well. Whole wheat, almonds and perhaps a nice dollop of whip cream on top. Clearly, this is not the appropriate range for your height, Cassius,” she said, “Has someone been oppressing you?”