"Hang on, Wence. You need the whole family there. Security."
Evening all. Or morning for that matter. Actually... why does it matter what time it is? What I mean to say is welcome. Bienvenue. Willkommen. Mae govannen. In the midst of all these other young whipper-snappers, you seem to have stumbled across my space. Whether that's a good thing or not, I'll leave up to you.
"After you."
Why thank you. How kind. Now, pull up a chair and I'll pour you a glass of my finest. Don't be shy now, make yourself at home. You could be here a while...
How's that drink coming along.... you've nearly finished it? Fantastic, I'm glad you liked it. I mean, that fact that you kept drinking obviously means you didn't taste the poison I laced it with. By your surprised expression I can see that my suspicion was correct.
Now, its not fatal so don't start confessing just yet. Its just a mild sedative really, a will softener as it were. Surely you can feel the effects by now? You're feeling tired, pliable. The words are starting to slant in your vision... am I right? Good. Now you may start feeling a little queasy. Do try and control yourself, I've only just refurbished this place and I don't much fancy cleaning up after you.
Now I've got you firmly in my control, I urge you to take a look around. Believe me, you won't be going anywhere until the effects wear off. So while you're stuck here you may as well make the most of it. Oh, don't worry... I don't bite.
Hard.
Your Personality Is Like Acid
A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.
One moment you're in your own little happy universe...
And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!
What Drug Is Your Personality Like?
