o the little old lady is going to make you a potion. "Will you
guarantee that it works?" You ask. "There are no such things as guarantees
these days, you know." She replies, but you break in, "Of course there are, I
mean, if you buy a hairdryer from Sears, and it doesn't work, then they replace
it, for free, making it work, because they have guaranteed it. -Right?" But as
soon as you have finished talking, she launches into a long-winded rebuttle
about how the universe simply can't afford to be fair to everyone like that,
adding to it that this is a chain of life, meaning that some die so others can
live. She doesn't let you get a word in edgewise, and worst of all, it makes
sense. Unarguable. She shows you without any doubt that you were 100% totally
wrong, and even though you couldn't repeat that argument a person standing
beside you, you are convinced that she is correct. You decide not to open your
mouth again untill you have the potion to put in it.
Three hours later, her bubbling concoction is finally ready. The whole time she
was making it, you were becoming more and more nauseous at the extremely
unappetiseing ingredients.-Which is really saying something in your case, not
only can you withstand the most deadly of smells from being around yourself so
long, but you can't even smell the ingredients because you still have on the
face mask! She poured it from the big beaker (What, did you think she was
making it in a big cauldron?) into a champagne glass, and instructed you to
finish it off, while you hold your nose. After you give them fair warning, you
remove the facemask. (Even holding their noses, the two gypsy ladies inch
closer to the open window.) closing your eyes, and holding your nose, you toss
it back.