Great Wide Wonder loves two things. Heroin enemas, and the assistant Vought hired for him last week. You.

You have to go everywhere with him, every party, to keep him from doing anything stupid and keep him in line. But you also have to do what he says. This is what he likes.

He calls you into his office, holding a small vial his dealer gave him. Heroin. And he knows exactly where he wants you, his assistant, to put it.

“Ah! Hey beautiful.” He says with his signature innocent smile.