Eat a third baggie of the stuff on the spot

You start wolfing down the meat-drug. Biting off rubbery chunks and chewing them as the cow endorphins fill your mouth like a etheric gravy. You are like a stray cat being fed left over gravy. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You feel this blood red pulse beam through you. "Hey man go easy on that stuff, your a first timer". You wave the warning away rudely. Always some pushy asshole trying to tell you your limits. You finish off a third of a baggie with a long crackling belch. You follow Pang but you don't make it far before your belly begins bloating out and rumbling. "I don't feel so well, is there a bathroom near here?".

"I warned you man, just spew over the side of the sea weed shlp spud brother, your in for a hell of a hard ride. You shouldla only ate a couple small pieces".

But you can't hear him because you are dry heaving so loudly and feeling black pressure press against your temples.