>I think this batch is tainted.
>I'm sitting there, in a catatonic state
>Can't move a muscle, just staring at the ceiling, and bro, is it a interesting ceiling
>A random noise makes me instinctively look in that direction
>I can't discern what it is at first, it's so utterly malformed.
>As it gets closer, I can finally process what it is, or, try to
>It's a mishmash of like, contorted body parts, moving and twirling around in a small circle, with a pulsating yellow and red light in the middle, it's vaguely purple
>It's got some gnarly looking tusks, also revolving around in a cylinder like motion
>It opens it's darkened 'maw', and talks
>"Reed, what are you looking at?"
>That voice, it's so familiar
>Oh right, it's Trish.
>Maybe I shouldn't have taken this pill while we were practicing
>Eh, whatever, I bet I'm gonna need some real munchies after
>A burrito sounds nice.