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As I sit in my study, I regard the curious box before me, or rather, the contents. Some legal paperwork between Hippo Island and the United Nations requires my (eventual) attention, but I stare at the glowing bottles before me instead.
Yes, I have received a package from my associate G. Joe, whom has enclosed a case of glowing, unfathomable liquid. I know it's origin, it is surely of S. Popinski's personal vintage. A terrifying brew which has had unpredictable effects on people.
I have removed three or so bottles of the concoction from the case, and sealed it back up. The concentrated amount of... whatever the heck this is, in a single location, terrifies me. I shall forward the rest of it anon.
The bottles are cold to the touch, which is unusual considering how hot it is on Hippo Island, and how long they've been in shipping. A by-product of their origin? No... something more... I have communed with the Lava Gods and found only chaos. I could barely hear them over the laughing. Theirs is a mixed reaction, some advocating consumption of the bottles' contents, others suggesting to keep it in reserve for a time of need, and yet more suggesting they be plunged into the deepest volcano, but not Hippo Island's volcanos, because apparently the Lava Gods don't want this thing anywhere near them. Lorvon the Future-Seeing, as usual, was too busy pointing and laughing. Laughing a little harder this time, I believe. Hmmm...
I shall have to consider and think before I act on the contents of these bottles. Hopefully, this will not lead my fair island nation to disaster...
I must thank G. Joe for the opportunity to sample such beverage. I can only hope the mystical arts of flashingturban are sufficient to plumb the mysteries of these bottles which science has wrought. Or at least, that's who the Lava Gods instructed me to send it to. And glad I am to be rid of the majority of this brew.
Yes, I have received a package from my associate G. Joe, whom has enclosed a case of glowing, unfathomable liquid. I know it's origin, it is surely of S. Popinski's personal vintage. A terrifying brew which has had unpredictable effects on people.
I have removed three or so bottles of the concoction from the case, and sealed it back up. The concentrated amount of... whatever the heck this is, in a single location, terrifies me. I shall forward the rest of it anon.
The bottles are cold to the touch, which is unusual considering how hot it is on Hippo Island, and how long they've been in shipping. A by-product of their origin? No... something more... I have communed with the Lava Gods and found only chaos. I could barely hear them over the laughing. Theirs is a mixed reaction, some advocating consumption of the bottles' contents, others suggesting to keep it in reserve for a time of need, and yet more suggesting they be plunged into the deepest volcano, but not Hippo Island's volcanos, because apparently the Lava Gods don't want this thing anywhere near them. Lorvon the Future-Seeing, as usual, was too busy pointing and laughing. Laughing a little harder this time, I believe. Hmmm...
I shall have to consider and think before I act on the contents of these bottles. Hopefully, this will not lead my fair island nation to disaster...
I must thank G. Joe for the opportunity to sample such beverage. I can only hope the mystical arts of flashingturban are sufficient to plumb the mysteries of these bottles which science has wrought. Or at least, that's who the Lava Gods instructed me to send it to. And glad I am to be rid of the majority of this brew.