You struggle over to the bar and sit on a bar stool. You look behind the counter and see a note:
-Master, you've been eating those candies agin, haven't you. Help yourself to my quick-fix sodas. It's all for you. Just, don't try them again, okay?
-Max the Chemist
Quick-fix, huh? You look at the lables of the drinks. There were no names, only advertisments.
LOOSE THOSE POUNDS QUICKLY!
TIRED OF BEING TINY?
IMPRESS THE BOYS WITH YOUR HUGE THING!
BODY NOT HAPPY? BUID IT UP!
GAIN WEIGHT QUICKLY!
NEED TO BE SPECIFIC ABOUT YOUR WORKOUT? JUST DRINK AND SAY OUT LOUD THE MUSCLE!
You scan the names and select...