"No my child, this is my home, and these chemicals grant me sacred mystical powers with which I WILL overthrow the inter-dimensional over-lords. Now, if you'll just take the trip with me...."
You pounce upon Joe as he attempts to spark his soggy joint. He is old and decrepit, and crumbles easily. You grab at a yellow rope with red "CAUTION: DO NOT OPERATE" tags attached to it and wrap Joe up until he is completely incapacitated. There is no one around to audit your lock-out procedure, but you are fairly sure everyone in the vicinity is now fully safe and aware of the dangers. Hobo Joe spits curses at you, trying to squirm out of his bondage.
"You don't know what you are doing! We could affect massive change within this imagined universe! We could create simulated heaven on fake Earth! DON'T DO THIS! Our only hope....", his words are cut short by an old leather glove you snatch from the pulpy ground to cram into his mouth. You drag him up onto a push-cart and wheel him out of the mill. You don't mind the strange looks as you move past puzzled workers; you are saving a life. Filled with the certainty of the sanctity of your mission, you push on with the confidence of an authority figure no-one dares to question. Perhaps your combat fatigues give them pause to intervene. You wheel him directly to the office of one of your mother's good friends, Dr. Blackheart. Luckily she is working late securing some paper-work. You wheel him in and breathlessly explain your predicament, right from the start of the Earth Angel farming operation, leading into your realization of the inter-dimensional Beuro-bots, on up to your kidnapping of a mill-bound hobo. You speak honestly without omitting a single detail.
"Oh my!" She proclaims emphatically. "This is dire! You truly trudged the edge of the mental abyss. Thank goodness you came upon someone who'd already dived in deep to serve as a warning before you crossed any further across the delicate lines of sanity." She rushes over to a cabinet and whips out a bottle of pills.
"Umm... don't I need a prescription, and uh, don't I have to go to a pharmacy for that kind of thing?" You question concernedly.
"Oh no dear, this is far too dire. Your grasp upon reality is fading fast. The nice pharmaceutical reps always give me a few choice samples after they wine and dine me. Here; cram this into your gullet quick!" She stuffs the pills down your mouth and watches as you swallow before she exhales in relief and slowly walks back to her desk. Slumping back in relief, she picks up the phone. As your consciousness begins to fade out of three dimensional existence, Dr. Blackheart's voice recedes into the horizon, "It's okay master, he showed up here and I chemmed him up good. He'll never break through this haze. The sixth dimension is safe once again...."
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