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Some folks just can't handle the harsh chemicals in vrosh. The agent posing as a bartender slips a knock out drug into your vrosh while you oogle a cute bearded Uglavarian chick. He needed have bothered. The vrosh by itself renders you helpless. You get sicker and sicker. You stumble to the Men's room and vomit on the floor leaving a trail to the toilet stall where you breathe heavy feeling like your heart shall burst. You sit of the shit spattered toilet lid and shiver like you are freezing. The knock out drug does the rest.
You wake up to a splash of cold water hours later. The Uglavarian secret police surround you with hateful glares. Trays of torture devices set out before them. You are completely restrained. You still feel weak and nauseous from the vrosh. You swear to never touch the stuff again, if you get out of this alive that is.