We get a glimpse into Voss’ darker side, namely that he’s addicted to “Huff” a drug that requires him to take it in through a device that makes him, as Jones puts it, “look like a space fighter pilot with sleep apnea.”
Voss interrupts his indulgence to talk to the mystery woman, but her responses are either frustrating or funny, depending if you’re Voss or Jones.
Halminotrin. Street name – huff. That stuff will grow hair on your chest and turn it curly, let me tell you. I kept a slab of it in a plastic bag in the glove compartment. I broke off a small pebble, crushed it into the tray of my vape-o-matic inhalator, mixed in some bottled water and presto, put the mask on my face, hit the on button and presto, I was ready to trip balls.
The inhalator chugged away. I sniffed in the goodness. It made me feel light. Airy. Happy even.
“You’re really going to do that now?” Jones asked.
“I can’t think of a better time to do it,” I said, my voice muffled by my apparatus. “I’ve got an edge that needs to be taken off, my friend.”
“You couldn’t just do some jumping jacks?”
I pulled the mask up, just a bit off my mouth so…
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