Can I assume that minors have a viable suicide point elsewhere on the peak?
The DEA tracks and controls illicit substances, so "this stuff" is probably pretty dang potent.
Sloooowly the camera pans down, to the dozens of D.E.A.-approved bottles lining Ziggy's feet. He's actually watching the Weather Channel, but we view the scene only through his eyes.
I think it's been a few months since I pointed out that Ziggy's life is a Boschian (as in Hieronymus) nightmare. I'm sure he has fleas quietly chastening him for his blood-glucose level.
Maybe they could start by shattering the public perception of mouseholes, which look more like scraggly holes in obscure corners and less like aesthetically-pleasing Hobbit entryways.
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