*somewhere in your mind you want to...take it? i mean, the feeling is almost to easy to push away, but every so often, it keeps telling you to*
Tim: *gives you a very knowing look*
Tim: *welcome to my world* *he gives you a cigerate and some vodka
Tim: *hey, you're my test subject now* *he gives you a smile as if he........as if he was on Joy. .. .. . *
Tim: *yes you are, my child*
*he quickly pops some Joy into your mouth, and you dont attack him
*you are now conpletely blinded by the Joy, and may be having halucinations and are now expierenceing even more fake happiness than before*
