The first mixture killed the hobo… I mean, the test subject.
The second elixir caused the victim to shake uncontrollably
and foam at the mouth.
The third concoction went back to killing the drinker.
The fourth draught, while increasing intelligence, also turned
your skin bright blue.
The fifth and sixth tonics had no notable affect.
The seventh brew I’m not allowed to talk about without my
lawyer present.
The eighth spirit showed promise up until the screaming
started.
And the ninth potion was useless, just made you kiss
everything. I sold the recipe to a gypsy for fifty bucks though…
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