Scooping up the powder, in granules the size of your fingernails, you stuff it into your mouth. However, you collapse, sick, in a moment and nothing has changed.
"Do you have anything immediate?" you ask queasily.
"Nope. Not even a weight to lift. I go to the gym for everything." he says glumly.
"Well, maybe we could try anabolic steroids or something."
Han looks shocked. "Those things mess you up really bad!"
You give him a withering glare. "Do you really think I care about that right know?"
Han realizes what he's talking about. "I suppose it's only once," he mumbles.
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