This is the Mike Tyson of strains. It just punches you right in the face and says, "Stay the fuck down! You ain't goin' nowhere anymore. And wipe that stoney, zoned-out look off your face! Yea, I know you had a plan to eat. Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face. Aww, you're hungry? Well, you should have grabbed some food before you started, dude. Now, you're just gonna have to sit there and think about it. Wondering how good that food would be. Wondering how do I get up with Mike Tyson here. Wondering why Mike Tyson is even in your house in the first place. And basically wondering what the hell is even going on, because you can't focus on anything. And now your eyelids get heavy and your conscience starts to fade, because, you know, that's what happens when you get punched in the face by Mike Tyson! Now, sleep, little stoner. Drift off into the peaceful bliss of unconsciousness."
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