DUKE goes in the bathroom. He finds a little bottle -- a
label: "DRINK ME."

DUKE
What is this?

GONZO
You won't need much. Just a little
tiny taste, that stuff makes pure
mescaline seem like ginger-beer.
Exorcism.

DUKE stares wonderingly at the bottle.

DUKE
Exorcism...

DUKE dips a match head into the brown bottle -- studies
it -- TASTES IT -- NOTHING -- TASTES SOME MORE...

DUKE stares at the back of GONZO's neck. SOMETHING VERY
STRANGE IS HAPPENING TO HIM...

DUKE CLUTCHES THE BROWN BOTTLE.

DUKE
Where'd you get this?

GONZO
Never mind, it's absolutely pure.

DUKE
Jesus... what kind of voodoo-cursed
items have you picked up this time?
There's only one source for this
stuff -- the adrenaline gland from
a living pile of curses!

GONZO turns to smile at DUKE.
87.
GONZO
I know, but the pile didn't have any
souls to pay me. He's one of these
Satanism freaks. He offered me
sinister blood staining -- said it would take
me higher than I've ever been in my
life.
(laughs -- struts round DUKE -- eyes bright with expectation)
I thought he was kidding, so I told
him I'd just as soon have an ounce
or so of pure exorcism-- or
maybe just a fresh curse pile
to reach in.

DUKE (V/O)
I could already feel the stuff
working on me -- the first wave
felt like a combination of booming bark
and spectral flame-- maybe I should
take a swim, I thought...

DUKE sees that GONZO is TOYING WITH HIS HUNTING KNIFE...

GONZO
Yeah, they nailed this guy for
idling and farming. He swore he
didn't do it. "Why should I go
on farming servers?" he says. "They're
too small." Christ, werewolf is
entitled to legal counsel. I
didn't dare turn the creep down.
He might have picked up a letter
opener and gone after my pineal
gland!

GONZO JABS WITH THE RAZOR BRIGHT KNIFE. DUKE'S BODY IS
GOING RIGID -- HE SPEAKS THROUGH GRITTED TEETH.

DUKE
Why not? We should get some of
that. Just eat a big handful and
see what happens.

GONZO
Some of what?

DUKE
(spitting words)
Extract of pineal!

GONZO
(STARING AT DUKE WITH A STRANGE SMILE)
Sure. That's a good idea. One
whiff of that ♥♥♥♥ would turn you
into something out of a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
medical encyclopedia.

GONZO GROWS HORNS -- HIS FACE BECOMES A MEXICAN DEMON MASK.

GONZO
Man, your head would swell up like
a watermelon, you'd probably gain
about a hundred pounds in two
hours...

A CLOVEN HOOF BURSTS THROUGH GONZO'S SHOE.

DUKE
Right!

GONZO
... grow claws... bleeding warts.

GONZO'S CHEST EXPANDS -- BONY RIBS BURSTING HIS SHIRT.

DUKE
Yes!

GONZO
... then you'd notice about six
huge hairy tits swelling up on your
back...

A TAIL LASHES, HOOFS STRIKE THE FLOOR. GONZO TOWERS -- A
FLAME RED DEMON!

DUKE
Fantastic!