I see Trent out in the audience, looking pathetic. He could have been the one on stage right now, awash in the envy and desire of thousands. He had his chance to drink the potion, but he chickened out. Should I be a good friend and tell him about the second dose I have stashed in my room, or should I let him stew a while longer? I would never have toyed with people back when I was a guy, but I find it so much more fun now.
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