Adam sat on his chair without looking and felt the
fragile wood disintegrate under his muscular ass. "Oh
shit!" he yelled, jumping to his feet and kicking up a
small puff of spilled white powder as he did so. It was a
of strange consistently and hung, shimmering, in the
air.
The surprise passing, Adam, sighed yet another time
and squatted down to clean up the mess. He brushed
the powder into a pile and felt his hand tingle where it
came into contact with it. It was something magical,
then. "Shit!" Now he had to find Mario and figure out if
he was in any danger from the exposure.