To get to my gym, I have to lug my gym bag down a long stretch of road called Napoleon. At night and when it's chilly, that road is the worst part of my aggravatingly long trip to the gym and I hold my stun gun especially tight. During the day, it's usually bright, breezy, and lined with cool alien plants like these.
Maybe one afternoon when I'm feeling particularly stroppy, I'll pop one of the blue spheres into my mouth to see what it tastes like. If I make it to the street car, it's not poisonous. If I'm found face-down foaming onto my gym bag, it probably is.
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DO IT! DO IT!
P.S. Since when do you have a stun gun??
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