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The multiverse holds some harsh truths, among them is the proverb 'What goes up must come down'. As it is with the Dow Jones and catapult propelled projectiles so it is with sugar rushes. If one were to glance upwards, they might chance across the sight of a small form draped along one of the rafters. One stumpy arm dangles limply off in to empty space. Nostrils quiver, shoulders twitch, enormous eyes shift rapidly beneath their lids. This tranquil scene is only slightly marred by the fact that the figure happens to be snoring like a freight train.