[Oliver's bedroom, 2:13 AM]
"What's this?" I asked Antonio.
"Don't worry, it will help you fall asleep." He winked and held out the drink to me.
"What are these, liquid Doritos?" said Alfred.
"I think that's a high concentration of your ticket to hell." murmured England.
"Dude, stop spoiling the mood and drink it."
"Peer pressure!" yelled Potato from the spare bed.
"Ok, you sure?" I was sort of scared of what was in this.
"Yes."
"It smells like weed." I sniffed the contents and frowned.
"You smell like weed!" came his elaborate response.
"Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!" yelled my subconscious.
"Alright, whatever you say."
I chugged the bottle down in a grand total of 2 gulps and felt my entire world begin to shake.
I heard my friends panicking and screaming for a moment before I drifted out of consciousness.
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Oliver's Dreams
ActionOliver drinks a suspicious liquid that smells like weed, and dreams about his friends while he's in a 20 year coma and World War III begins. Shit, is that a commie?
