Marion gets frustrated

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Sometimes after coming down from Ignatius's golden powder, Dreyfus would fall into a really deep funk, a terrorizing funk which trapped him inside of a meaningless infinity. There was no escape from this funk, for the knowledge of an infinity of awareness was unendurable, and the unknowledge of an infinity of oblivion was unthinkable, and those were the only two choices. It was as if hell were hidden inside of every moment, waiting to be discovered.

Dreyfuss knew all about this fear of forever, or so he'd thought. He had experienced it many times, when he'd allowed himself to dwell on his own despair. Comfort was the only cure, but comfort came only from surrendering to the idea of a benevolent omnipotence which carried you through times of trouble while shouldering the burden of the knowledge of infinity. Dreyfuss used to be able to find that comfort when he needed it, but the demon's needle had completely erased it.

That was it. The next time Ignatius showed up with his golden powder, Dreyfuss was going to kick him in the balls. Screw the threats, screw the promises, screw the hell of withdrawals! He was done. If kicking a demon in the balls was was a comfortable thing to do, then by God, he was gonna do it. Screw that guy.

Then Dreyfuss had a worldview shattering epiphany... "Comfort is just another kind of knowledge," he said out loud to himself.

"Oh man, F that guy!"