Originally Posted by anticipation

I'm going to slip something into your drink that's going to make you hate me. At first it's going to make you want to sue me, make you think I ought to be locked away forever, it's going to make you wish your parents had an abortion, but then, suddenly, almost miraculously, it'll make you wish you were a part of me, realize that we are all part of a Voltron-like universe where up is slightly leftward and North is sipping a Lime-a-rita during a cool summer's night on the roof of the Necropolis.

Those are the kind of drugs I have at my parties.