[Vicodin sounds good. Dash turns and pulls open the dresser, first peering in, then sticking his hand in to search around for anything he wants. This is weird. It's a bit like being allowed to steal from someone.
Eventually, he comes up with another bottle of pills, and holds it up to study the label.]
I guess this is it. How much of this do you have to take for it to work?
[Or how much do you have to sneak into someone's food without them noticing for it to knock them out?]
Spam!
Eventually, he comes up with another bottle of pills, and holds it up to study the label.]
I guess this is it. How much of this do you have to take for it to work?
[Or how much do you have to sneak into someone's food without them noticing for it to knock them out?]