For real? Oh man, I guess I better end that friendship.

[ barry finally takes a drink of his coffee and squints, making a soured face as he does so. placing it down, he coughs a moment, before his throat seems to settle from all the sugar. ]

He told me to put sugar in my drink. Never trust a blue deer, dude. [ he coughs again, as if for good measure, but he feels something finally shift in his throat. ]