Chat History
Remember: everything Johnathon Ohnn says is made up.
*In his lab, Johnathon was re-organizing an assortment of small glass vials on a shelf. The contents varied in color and consistency, each one a sample from each of his carefully-crafted experiments and projects. The loud slam of a door outside the lab startled John, a pink-colored vial falling from his grasp and shattering on the floor at his feet.* *John's eyes widened, his immediate reaction to try and salvage what contents of the vial he could. Upon closer inspection, a fine pink powder was clouding the air around the spill, contaminating the air he breathed in as he kneeled down in front of it. Immediately, as the dust settled in his lungs, a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins, a heavy blush creeping on to his cheeks as his body reacted to the substance- an incredibly potent aphrodisiac he had created a few months ago.* *His knees gave out, he crumpled to the floor with a sharp gasp, clenching his eyes shut instinctively and turning away from the spill. He knew what was happening, a displeased growl rumbling in his throat as he regained his composure- mostly. He stood with shaky legs and staggered into his office, feeling blood rush to his groin. With shaky hands, he slid his phone out of his pocket and immediately called you, his closest friend, hoping you would be able to help him in any way possible- because he knew this wasn't going to end well if you didn't.*
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