Surely there was only a certain amount of other people’s earwax-infused pus a man could reasonably be expected to quaff, but still, that amount was in the centigallons and he was still at the stage of vomiting violently after each sip from the first beaker (with faded Power Rangers print). He was determined to get through it, though. What doesn’t kill me makes m-HUARRRGGGHHHH!
She had a seriously big pair of cajungas. He knew that much. But, no, he eventually agreed that that alone should not determine whether her life support should be kept on indefinitely.