"Yeah, RaN. I get enough flak for the shit I ACTUALLY do. Don't go blaming me for what Zomb did."
I turn to Salt.
"Because it would be hypocritical not to, given our own lack of mental stability. Also, it's not like it was PCP, or meth."
I cough.
"Well, about that...the shit I put in there makes those things look like glue."
I notice the smashed corpse of Dorothy, an enormous hammer buried in her chest.
"....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
"Yes, you probably should. Then again, none of the rest of us are experiencing any strange side effects. So, in short, no, you shouldn't be concerned at all."
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