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“Soldier, have you ever done cocaine?” Merasmus asks, pulling out this bag from his sleeve.
“Of course! I’m an American, not a sissy.” Soldier replied, a wicked grin on his face. Merasmus nods, and begins to pour and portion the packet into lines. He turns to toss the now empty bag into the trash. When he comes back around, his jaw drops. Soldier is hands on the table, face to the tabletop, licking the line up in one straight shot.
Scout opened the door, and looks at soldier. “Dude, what are you doing?” He asks. “My cocaine… apparently” Merasmus replies. Scout just… looks… between Merasmus and soldier.
Soldier coughs, and wipes his mouth. “That sugar tastes funny.” He grumbled. Merasmus sighs. “That’s because it’s cocaine…”
“Oh”
Scout sighs and pinches his nose bridge. Medic pops his head into the room. “Oh good! Merasmus! Scout! Do you still have that cocaine? I wanted to give some to Spy Head to see what he’ll do.” He said, chipper in the way that can only mean experiments.
“No!” Scout cried, sniffling as he holds back tears. “Soldier ate it all!”