He scanned the room real quick and I have a few Primos and a Deca on the shelf. I have a few ones there cause I think they are kind of cute.

He picked up the Deca and held it up in the air (he was an old ****ed so he had some problems reading the small letters) and he read out while his voice progressively got louder, pretty quiet at first, but at the end he was almost screaming.

"Nan-dro-lone de-ca-no-at-e, intramUSKULAR *I*N*J*E*C*T*I*O*N!!!!!"

Then he got a look on his face as if Jesus himself had entered the room. Strangely I managed to talk myself out of it, we promised to not play anymore loud music, and they left.

Think I was nervous? Yes sir!

I had had two beers so I managed to stay really calm, like it was no big deal, I think that probably was what saved me...