So you sat that's the cutest dog you have ever seen. Just like deer old "Bucky" the happiness engine of a dog you owned in grade school before your parents split up.
You pull out forty bucks to offer her in exchange for that dog. You can just feel the energies crackling off of it and you want a dose. She shakes and frowns but she takes your money.
You rush home with the little joy source. You juice it to death and stay so damn high. But there's a cop knock on your door. You know its a cop knock, you've heard them before.
You hide the doggie corpse in the washing machine and throw tarps over the dog sucking machine. You answer the door. The cops outside say the old lady called them to say you stole her dog and threatened to kill her. You say that you never said such a thing. They push you aside and enter your home. "Smells kinda like a chem lab in here, is there something you should be telling us?". Your hopes are dropping, the last bits of the high draining out of you leaving you white and pale.