First they put alien lollipop looking things on my fingertips and pumped all this menthol goo right through my skin. I thought my arms were going to burst.
Then they said, "Now it is your job to replenish this for as long as you live."
Then they uttered "true green one hundreds" into my ear in a hushed tone for 30 days.
I was their slave with the menthol arms and the nicotine resevoir that went empty every 20 minutes.
don't cry for me Argentina!