Babs was gulping down one of the potions, and popping the cork on the other. "This ain't cherryade I'm drinking!"<br/><br/>She handed it to Chris. "Standard reform potion. You know from experience that the foxy lady over there knows how to extend our conscious time in her stomach, so we don't really need aqnything better. As usual, it'll trigger when you loose consciousness, and numb any pain sensations."<br/><br/>She opened the bottle of OK sauce, and poured it over her own head and shoulders. "You use the other half. Then we'll rub it all the way down each other. That should get us nicely in the mood for the main event."