
Narrator: Life gets tough, ya know? You wish your problems would go away. That it would disappear like smoke, but everyone knows it isn’t that easy. You settle down next to your partner for some silly-ness. A too small table, play tea cups, and a new brand of juice that you have been eager to try. “Life changing” it says on the label. You chuckle. Just like some marketing gurus to come up with that. You hold the cup out to your partner so he can pour the juice. A delicious and zesty scent fills the room. Your mouth waters. Holding the cup up in a salute, you quickly down it.
Oh! Those flavors! Sweet, refreshing, heart-rendingly addicting. You lick the last drop out of the cup. You look over at your partner about to ask for a refill when you start to feel dizzy. You set the cup down and hold onto the table as the room swirls. It looks like your partner is trying to say something, but you can’t make it out. You try to open your mouth, hoping against all hope you don’t vomit, and it almost feels like your mouth is glued shut. What the heck? You try to stagger to your feet and your limbs aren’t obeying. You try to figure out what to do, from an every growing muzzy headache. You look imploring again at your partner and find a stuffed animal with his colors looking back. Looking... looking... looking... staring straight into you... ... .... is the light in his eyes growing dimmer? Surely you must be mistaken... you must be... you have to be...
Silence.
Oh! Those flavors! Sweet, refreshing, heart-rendingly addicting. You lick the last drop out of the cup. You look over at your partner about to ask for a refill when you start to feel dizzy. You set the cup down and hold onto the table as the room swirls. It looks like your partner is trying to say something, but you can’t make it out. You try to open your mouth, hoping against all hope you don’t vomit, and it almost feels like your mouth is glued shut. What the heck? You try to stagger to your feet and your limbs aren’t obeying. You try to figure out what to do, from an every growing muzzy headache. You look imploring again at your partner and find a stuffed animal with his colors looking back. Looking... looking... looking... staring straight into you... ... .... is the light in his eyes growing dimmer? Surely you must be mistaken... you must be... you have to be...
Silence.
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