It's empty. Just warm air.
Worst. Hiccups. Ever.
Flexible joints! Wacky wavy inflatable tubeman.
A random part of your body changes. Don't be lewd.
You think you are a glass of juice. Don't spill!
White girl wasted, you can totally dance.
Everyone is now food, and you're starving.
You're 90% sure this is tap water.
Temporary aethersight, but you can't turn it off.
Is this real? Is this just fantasy? You can't tell.
Over there X object looks like a butt, it's hilarious.
Unskilled kleptomania.
You speak backwards now.
That Miqo over there, 10/10 hawt.
Liquefied salt.
Sugar rush! Hyperactivity & crash included.
Morbol milk.
Embrace your inner pirate.
Ooo minty~ Too minty.... It's mouthwash.
You grow a pair of luxurious Namazu whiskers.
Edible glitter, it's everywhere.
An aetheric tail appears! It glows! So shiny! Great for raves.
The fire was supposed to snuff out... It didn't... Uh oh.
7 million Scoville Units. 🔥 🔥 🔥
You feel gravity is broken.
You win a prize! Another shot.
Try as you might; it won't leave the glass.
Pickle Juice.
Somehow... It's deep fried.
You start hallucinating that everyone around you is naked.
3 ilms of whipped cream atop amaretto.
You feel aethersick... Gross.
Cactuar juice it's the quenchiest!
Sobriety! Everything you've had until now is nullified. Sober.
*Taste like soap! You can now blow bubbles.
Taste great, not too strong, quite refreshing, but you've forgotten speech.
You can't be certain but there may be someone in your peripheral.
Two of your senses have been switched! Taste the rainbow.
It's an antidote! Tastes medicine-y.
You now have helium voice.
Squeaky Namazu shoes.
Eye twitchingly sour; pleasant lemony aftertaste.
You feel you've aged 60 years.
Crawfish water.
Screech. ((Tastes like ceruleum and death))
What's a man to a god? Well at least you think you're a god.
Shadow Clone Jutsu! (Failed)
Shadow Clone Jutsu! (Success!)
Like orange juice after brushing your teeth.
A miniaturized 'Golden Whisker'.