Medium · Electrochemistry ≥ 4
Yeah... what's the problem here?
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
673 · Voice lines
Yeah... what's the problem here?
You can barely hear him. The sweet smell of pickles in harmony with garlic butter and marinated onions emanating from the sandwich is driving your mind in a singular direction -- it must be yours.
It's nice and all, but why so modest? Put some zing into it. Flare it up. Slam it down!
What?! Speed most definitely is for... Oh... he means velocity. Can't really get properly high on that so... Nevermind.
There is no resentment in her tone. She wants you to ask her out. No question about it.
Nothing's wrong, it's just sssssexuality.
Shit coming up strong... that sounds good. Joyous. You should hang out with this kid and see what that juicy shit is all about.
Hey, that's 25 reál. That's good money. Think of all the stuff you could...
Power-borscht, huh? Never heard of a borscht that turns little guys into dogfighters. Alcohol, however...
Wish there was one in there about a drug den, you love those. Gets the blood pumping.
Synapses can be rerouted. The mind takes a new shape.
You were so drunk you didn't remember what it was when you signed on. That, or you were high.
The fucking drunks, it's their fault. You should've drunk the liquor out of that fucker's SKULL...
No! Don't throw away the baggie! There's dust on the drug baggie! It's not good but at least it's some kind of way to be together...
Toxicology showed the entry wound was laced with an incredibly potent psychoactive substance called HUV4-Nil. No street name.
The funk soul brother at the back of his head has gone dark. Forever.