Dense as a box of rocks

You point to the syringe with the complex label. You immediately regret your decision after the injection is done. You feel the haze in your mind getting thicker and thicker. Finally, you can hardly think any coherent thoughts at all. You've basically become a zombie except not undead. Almost a vegetable. One of the scientists waves his hand in front of your face, but you just sit there with a blank stare. Seeing that the experiment has failed, they deport you to one of those "Special Needs" schools and hope that you're recovery is as quick as possible. By then, the whole world will most likely be a bunch of frilly dress wearing blonde bimbos. Guess you won't be saving the world after all.

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