Sunday.
Remind me to never take medicine from Rodrick ever again.
I woke up sick as a dog 2 days ago, and I really wasn't looking forward to having to wake up later and having to take medicine.
Rodrick came up to my room and offered me this tonic he got from his friend, saying that he took 1 dose while ill and was instantly cured when he woke up. He also said he was willing to give it to me for a low price.
As tempting as it was, I wasn't really comfortable taking medicine from a guy who eats a lot of junk food and never washes his hands.
But I wasn't in much of a position to say no given my options. So I gave him 5 bucks and he gave me the tonic.
Not only did it taste really awful, but when I woke up, I couldn't stop wanting to fart!
Guess that's what happens when you take medicine from a guy who writes songs about poop and farting.