That so? Well, I hope it'll have the same effect for me. [He says, glancing away.] I think everyone and their mother knows about my memory problems, so if it's the same thing, then, well, maybe it'll help me out.

[He's already gotten his sleeve up to his shoulder.]

Yes, sure. That sounds like a plan. [He's not used to shooting himself up at all...but well, it must be like a vaccine, right? He's had vaccines before. He lets out a breath, before sticking the needle into his shoulder. Of course, it's painful, but he pushes in the syringe with a shudder before slowly removing the needle.]

Ugh, a pill would've been much better... [He doesn't have any napkins or anything, so he just rolls his sleeve down some, pressing against the wound to keep it from bleeding.]

Okay, I guess we give it a few minutes. I really hope this is worth it.