I HAVE SEEN CLEARER SKIES IN INTERSTELLAR FOOTAGE OF GAS GIANTS. *CREMATORIUMS* AREN'T THIS SWELTERING TO BREATHE IN. THERE IS MORE #SUBSTANCE IN THIS HIVE THAN THERE IS OXYGEN OR RESTRAINT. I WOULD SPRINT OUTSIDE AND GASP FOR AIR LIKE A DYING SEADWELLER, BUT I'M ALMOST POSITIVE THAT THE CONTACT HIGH HAS RENDERED ME ALL BUT RIVEN FROM ALL SENSORY CONNECTION TO MY SMOKED, WELL-PRESERVED CARCASS. I CAN'T RISK BEING SEEN LIKE THIS IN PUBLIC. I'M GOING TO SEE IF I CAN MAKE A GAS MASK OUT OF A PLASTIC BAG OR DIE TRYING.
I can drop you a filtration device proper, but it's going to cost you.
YOUR ABILITY TO APPEAR WITH A FAUSTIAN BARGAIN IS MORE UNCANNY THAN THE FUCKING CUE BALL. IS THIS WHERE THE BEDAZZLED PINK SUIT BECOMES RELEVANT.
For a paltry gas mask? No. I'll take a branded post of gratitude. Don't forget to drop my @ in the body of the message.
buddy do not put a plastic bag on your head they make warning labels for babies about that shit
DONE. SEND IT BY TRANSPORTALIZER, HATREDCOPTER, OR ONE OF YOUR PASTY-FACED, DISPOSABLE COURIERS IN A FUCKING ROCKET.
THOSE WARNINGS ARE FOR WIGGLERS BECAUSE THEY LACK THE REQUISITE SKILL NECESSARY TO EXTRUDE ENOUGH BREATHABLE AIR FROM THE BAG THROUGH SHEER, UNBRIDLED FORCE OF WILL. I'M DIFFERENT. I'M SPECIAL.
NOOOooooo don't do that. pls don't do that.