You are at your graduation party, and just ordered a drink from the bartender. He tells you he's got to get it
from his van, and leaves. One of your father's friends in a polyester suit comes up and tells you, "Let me say
one thing to you, my boy. Plastics!" he nods significantly toasts you with his glass of hard liquor and wanders
off.
You roll your eyes, and turn back to the bar. Instead of glasses, since you majored in Chemistry, everyone is
drinking out of beakers, and test tubes. You don't see the bartender, but there's a graduated cylinder in front
of you filled with liquid. You shrug, and tip it back.
"Ew! That's not what I ordered. Man is that strong."
"Sir, I just got back with your Ever Clear, uh, and we're not using those things for serving- only beakers &
test tubes," he says.
"You're not?" you say slurring your words and draining the cylinder, "Hm? It's pretty potent, maybe you should
but it is a bit bitter."
You stagger away, as the compounds you swallowed go to work altering your body chemistry. Before the party is
over, you'll no longer be yourself - at least not have the human body you think of when you think of yourself.