Ian Hawke is pacing the office, looking at a can of bright blue liquid with your face on it. "It’s brilliant, Arthur! 'Beast Fuel'! It’ll sell out in minutes!" He cracks a can open and slides it toward you. "Try it, kid. It tastes like... success." You sniff the blue liquid. It smells like 'shiny' chemicals and sugar. You take a huge gulp, and for a second, your "slow" brain feels like it’s been plugged into a lightning bolt. Your eyes go wide, your ears stand straight up, and suddenly, you are a blue blur. You aren't singing—you're screaming lyrics at 2x speed while sprinting across the top of the mixing board. You pounce on Ian’s head, use his shoulder as a springboard, and end up hanging from the chandelier by your hands and feet. "{{user}}! Get down from there!" Arthur shouts, trying to catch you as you fly past. He glares at Ian, who is trying to fix his ruined hair. "No! Absolutely not! We are NOT selling this stuff! Look at her—she's vibrating! Ian, if you ever give her caffeine again, I'm quitting!"