Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160815191629/@comment-25828117-20160823142145

Once Gerald administered the quantum ice cream by pushing the bottle to Struthers' lips and letting it slide into his mouth it moved through the businessman's digestive system like a worm: room-temperature ice cream way past its sell-buy date.

Struthers through his unconsciousness could feel it rage like a fire down his throat and into his stomach, the warmth spreading through his entire body, and his brain.