Yeah but when I go to a hipster party and the only available drugs are rohypnol and amyl nitrate, I leave the second I regain consciousness.
Plus I don't like fedoras.

I don't go to parties. They're too mainstream.

I have a party you can go to, and it'll just be you and me

I show dem hipster bitches my record collection at parties and dey get all hot n shit.

Nah, you better have the right drugs or Po is out this bitch.

You know me Batty, I always do.

I'm going to slip something into your drink that's going to make you hate me. At first it's going to make you want to sue me, make you think I ought to be locked away forever, it's going to make you wish your parents had an abortion, but then, suddenly, almost miraculously, it'll make you wish you were a part of me, realize that we are all part of a Voltron-like universe where up is slightly leftward and North is sipping a Lime-a-rita during a cool summer's night on the roof of the Necropolis.

Those are the kind of drugs I have at my parties.

I'm starting to feel like your life revolves around one upping everyone.

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Take one of these.

Any drug that makes me wish I was aborted sounds glorious.

I remember you from another dimension, we were brothers, remember that? Good times.