Zjong!
You have a nice glass of mango-passionfruit in front of you right now. Unfortunately when you start to drink it it turns out that the juice is so passionate it hugs your face, choking you in the process. Your horns start to quiver and you slowly turn orange. Two seconds later you lay on the floor. Dead as a doornail. The juice keeps hugging you until it's evaporated and leaves a sticky mess on your face.
I wish I weren't awake right now. It's 6 AM for Diana's sake.
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