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Well, what can I say about this devilish little creation! On travelling to ibiza on a lads holiday, my friends and I decided to book some club tickets and endure in the famous ibiza nightlife. Club tickets sorted and plenty of vodka red bulls down, we all came to the obvious conclusion that a party prescription was in order. So we looked around for obvious sources, either a scoucer on the street or a black man in a bar toilet - as that's pretty much standard dealers right? Anyway, we were pre warned that theses were strong and to take them in halves, but as we all considered ourselves seasoned pros we decided against this advice... Bad move. On consuming the spherical tablets from hell, my friends and I all had varying effects. Case 1.. After spending €60 on a ticket to get into super club Space to see some of the worlds top DJs, heavily under the influence I found myself unable to move or speak and decided to spend my time happily gurning as passers by whilst sat upstairs on the sun terrace for about 8 hours. Case 2... My usually (putting it politely) lazy friend, suddenly found himself with more energy than usain bolt after a wrap of speed and proceeded to rave away all night discovering the delights and rooms of the super club that we had paid for. Case 3 and 4.. Normal effects were had on these two with copious amounts of heavy sweating by the one and the other chatting constant shit at any passing girl wearing a mini skirt. Case 5.. Well what can we say about this example, the best til last, the piece de resistance, the cherry on the cake. Our friend decided to take his tablet of joy before entering the club in a bar round the corner. All sat round the table in the sun, drinks flowing he pre warned us that he had taken the offending imp and stated that a usual come up symptom was to fall asleep, very odd, but was agreed that we would wake him up. Anyway, what followed was a metamorphosis of epic proportions. Never in my whole life have I seen a mild mannered individual change so quickly into a dribbling sweaty mess. 10 minitues in and the gurning started, closely followed by rolling eyes and slight precipitation. Very closely followed by full on gurning competition material and someone resembling a pig in a sauna wrapped in foil. He then, as pre warned, fell asleep. To be followed by plenty of tripe talking slurs and more sweatiness, in a t shirt that started out yellow and looked a very dark brown in about half an hour. When woken up, a huge roll of the eyes followed by a backwards tumble resulted in my friend being stranded on his back resembling a distressed turtle trying to get back on his feet. Knocking a table of drinks over and grazing a young lady's leg on his fall from grace, it was not a good look in the normally ambient ibiza surroundings. Luckily he managed to bring himself round rather sharp is hand get back on the same planet as the rest of us. However, the moral of this report is when a dodgy looking scally in the street sells you red rockstarts and warns you to take them in halves, do as he says! We are all going back to ibiza again this year and are older and wiser, however I have the feeling that lessons will not be learnt and the sweaty turtle may return. I will compile future reports to keep you all informed :)