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Mabel awoke late at night and groggily waltzed down the stairs. As she entered the kitchen to get a glass of water, she noticed a few things.
1. An assortment of random food items was spread out on the counter, including barbeque sauce, Pitt-Cola, and dried ramen. 2. Bill calmly mixing the ‘ingredients.’ 3. A glass of near luminous purple liquid that reeked of sugar.
Bill turned to her, “Oh hey, Shooting Star, would you, by any chance know where the strawberry jam is?”
Mabel yawned, rubbing her eyes, “Should be in the fridge. Uh, Bill, what’s this?”
He glanced at her as he retrieved the jam, ”Oh, that? That’s lean.”
While Bill was preoccupied, she reached up, grabbed the glass and took a drink, “Hmm, not that bad actually.”
“Oh. Well, that works I guess,” He retrieved the glass and took a sip before dumping it into the pot, “and yeah, it’s pretty alright.”
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A few hours had passed, and Ford left his lab with the intention to make some coffee before anyone else woke up, but as he slipped quietly into the kitchen, he was met with an unexpected scene.
Bill was eating something . A something that was very chunky and smelled far too much like gasoline. Mabel was also there, sat down on the floor and was acting like how Dipper described her when she had that nightmarish smile dip stuff.
Ford turned to Bill and muttered, ”What happened to her?”
The triangle just snorted and said nonchalantly, “She took lean.”
“What in the hell is lean?”
“Codeine, soda, and candy.”
Ford just looked at Bill dumbfounded and was faced with the overwhelming urge to just go back to bed.