GHB thought it might be time to go soon. Dylan looked like he was on the verge of collapse or a mental breakdown and while that would be entertaining, he wanted to make sure he was far enough from Marijuana and Heroin that it would take them time to get to him if they decided they wanted to punish him for this little indiscretion. "I am a substance raised into human form by the use of society." He said softly, running a hand through blond hair as it lightened between his fingers. GHB straightened up, his eyes; pupil, blue, and the whites, took on their true colour. Clear 'waters', transparent but as deep as a bottomless well, took the place of blue and white. "I am gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid." Soulless, pitiless pools of transparency looked at Dylan, the 'waters' rippling slightly. "I am a Drug God."