Alright Dipper this shouldn't take to long to do. Some of them I have no idea how long it will take for the effect to kick in so bear that in mind boy." Stanford held up a syringe with some kind of green liquid in it. Seeing the green liquid in a needle kind of freak him a bit. None of the shoots he got from The Asylum were ever good and some of them left him feeling sick and wanting to throw up. Some of them actual made him sick. He had no idea what this was going to do to him. All he knew that it was going to hurt like hell.
A few hours later Dipper was laying on his bed his arms, legs stomach were sore from all the shots from syringes and a ray guns of sorts. It was painful. His arms hurt; he couldn't even lift a finger it hurt so bad. The only comfort he has was the bed. The softness of the bed and the silkiness of the sheets almost seem soothing on the sores that is on his legs and arms. Ford didn't give him anything to relieve the pain and soreness that covered his body. He was l