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Art by  silver-stag

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Oscar mused about Slurp Juice— the product was useful, as anyone in his line of work knew, and yet, it had a very strict expiration date. It was generally understood that Slurp Juice could quickly turn unstable past its expiration, turning a potent, barely legal health drink into something else. It had been taken off the market for that very reason, but Oscar had contacts, and ordered them to buy up as much of the stuff as they could find, especially after he heard about some of the more interesting side effects.

Now, he was treating it like fine wine, letting the Slurp Juice ferment in his cellar. There was a science and art to this, he knew, about finding just the right time for the Slurp Juice to be the most effective for what he was looking for- so far, a year long fermentation was giving decent results. His shirt buttoned up tight over a finely sculpted torso, bristling with newly augmented muscle. His chest jutted out several inches past his muzzle, popping the uppermost buttons of his shirt. His sleeves were strung taut over biceps as large as his head, and his pants were ready to burst over his thick and strong thighs. These results were pleasing, Oscar thought as he flexed his arms, but he was going to need a lot more than this to decisively take out one of the smaller bosses like Nisha. After all, nothing succeeded like excess, and if he wanted to make a statement, he would need a complete and decisive victory.