"NO! PLEASE! I'M NOT THE ONE YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!!" I shouted as I struggled to free myself from the ropes that tied me down. A strange octoling with fuzzy tentacles holding a syringe filled with swirly pink ooze approached me"You'll be free momentarily, just a little poke and you'll be ready." I then realize their intentions too late. The octoling pokes me with the needle and steps back. "There, now you'll be perfect." Everything's fuzzy after that. In more ways than one Warning: Some vulgar language