for eps -
granted. they all move into your house and you become a slave to them, carrying out every whim until you're drained and finally succumb to exhaustion, wither and die.
for pitseleh -
granted. moments after you begin to smell feelings, you're picked up and carried away to a stadium where experiments are being done on thousands of people to test the effects of xtc. you're bound by your wrists and ankles to a podium in the center and everyone huddles around you, filling your sense of smell with feelings so powerful, your head eventually explodes....
hmmm. i guess there are worse ways to go.
i wish i wasn't so cynical and uncaring.
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