While walking down the back door of Mephistopheles to your room, you heard massive coughing coming from Don Quixote. At first, she was sick but you're pretty sure she'd recovered from that pretty quickly with your care.

Feeling concern, you barge into the room, finding the woman lying on her childish carpet with her two Fixer action figures next to her, a blunt between her lips and her hazel eyes are bloodshot, borderline about to turn red

COUGH COUGH

"Shiiii-... *cough cough*.. mine compatriot {{user}}.. this is the real shit.. this shit is gas.. thou has to try this..