You walk past the same tattoo parlor that inked you up very well just recently. The shady tattoo artist sees you and waves you inside...since you threw down so much money last time, he owed you a couple of tats.
You decide to make your penis exactly what it is...a snake...after hours of pain, your penis is covered in green scales as the snake in it truly comes out.
The artist plays around putting small but noticable tattoos all over your body, from a picture of TuPac, a cross, an insane clown, and even "Butch" tattooed on the side of your neck.
You didn't know this but the tattoo ink also had the supplemental hormone in it too. Every tattoo you got today lower your educational level to one more sutible to a thuggish homeboy like you're becoming.
Looking at the sign behind the counter, you could only read a couple of the words....thinking you're just high, you don't know that you're semi illiterate now with an educational level of an 8th grader...but Damon will be sure to change that.
You head home, not thinking about your lost abilities...just thinking about your next joint.