Near to his final days, Tim threw a big gathering in Forest Hill. He realized after seeing the droves of people that attended he had underplanned the menu, and had the people bring forth carafes of water, which he turned into coffee, and it rained donuts from the sky. Before this gathering, he told his most devout followers how he should be praised in the days to come, when the evil Starbuck's would attempt to sway his flock.
Our Tim, who art in Hortons,
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy coffee's hot, Thy donuts fresh,
In each store as it is in Oakville.
Give us this day our daily coffee
And forgive us our sour cream glazed,
As we forgive those who ate all the
Boston Cream before us.
Lead us not into other coffee shops,
For Thine is the coffee, and the donuts,
Forever and ever,
Amen!
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