….“Its colour isn’t what I expected it to be,” he says as he casts a concerned glance towards Carlisle. “Are you sure it’s stable?”
Carlisle smiles broadly and flicks his arm forward, snapping his fingers like a gangster rapper. “You FUCKING know it brother! My shit is clean and pure, but above all, my shit is constant and trendsetting. If you’d seen my SHIT out in the wild, you’d know that colour is a thing of tribulation, I’ve got bigger fish to fry, but that don’t mean in not a craftsman, wanting to give my skills a constant challenge. FUCK you, I could make it yellow, purple, orange or blue for that matter, but it’s green that lights this fire tonight! Gonna set fire to your nervous system as well brother! Gonna turn you inside the MOTHER-FUCKING out!” he spits with poise and promise, snatching the small vial from Dav’s grasp and shakes it vigorously until it changes colour yet again. He holds it proudly in the air with a broad smile across his dry lips. “See MOTHER-FUCKER! My SHIT is special!”….