Gabriel finally decided that he’d had enough of his perfectly normal body and wanted to kick things up, which meant supplements, specifically a huge tub of some granulated masculizer ostensibly flavored like Chocolate, but with a backbone of ready-mix concrete serrated by a distinctive quartz tang. He mixed his vitality elixir in one of those cups that you always see people mixing things like this in, and then drank, or at any rate swallowed the material, at which point he curled up in the corner of the room and went to sleep.
Looking at information on the tub, which was very nearly a bin, it became clear that he had drunk something like seven thousand “delicious” calories immediately after eating lunch. He woke up a few hours later, quickly, like he’d never been asleep, and spoke to me in a language which was not entirely English.
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