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"What the hell, man?" yells Sara. "We were supposed to use those pills to get home!" Josh looks indifferent. He scratches his buttocks and farts. Some utterlky random thoughts wander forlornly through the great echoing vaults of what passes for his mind. Unfortunately, the thirty or so pills up his butt don't care if they're taken orally or rectally, and they also take the random noise of his chaotic nonmind as a wish. One of them responds predictably. *BAMF*
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