The brown bottle beckons you. You want that warm fuzzy feeling that spreads from your head down to your toes, that giddy forgetfulness, that overwhelming sense of vulnerability. You're such a silly, helpless bitch when you inhale. Lucky for you, I have the cure. I have that bottle, and you're going to take a deep inhale for me. I love seeing my boys all fucked up. You're so much more entertaining that way. So much more pliable to my desires. So get fucked up, get weak, get helpless, and get ready to worship me.