Help Him Find His Cocaine

"Um. There's a club upstairs?" Lois Lane volunteered. "Maybe your dealer is there?"

"A CLUB!" Snowflame sneered, shaking his head. "Nononono, that's retail, my dear. RETAIL! I buy my **** WHOLESALE!"

He had only one volume, and that was loud. Yet there were odd little tics, ways he would go from a loud whisper to almost shouting, that almost put the reporter in a cold sweat. She hadn't ever been this close to someone so completely unhinged...and she didn't know if getting the cocaine he so desperately wanted would make him better or worse, but she also knew that if this guy was involved with **** deals, he probably knew something else about what was going on around here...maybe even where the missing women were.

"I'm kind of new around here," Lois said, smiling as well as she could and tugging at her Wonder Woman costume. She really wished it didn't show off her bare pussy. "Where do you normally meet your **** dealer?"

"Well, usually we get a couple of WHORES, and then we meet up in the Green Room so I can sample the product," he gave a theatrical sniff. "Have you ever snorted coke off a whore's tits?"

"No, can't say I have."

"Have YOU ever had someone snort COCAINE off of YOUR tits?"

"No, I'm new at all this."

"I once snorted COKE out of a whore's ASSHOLE," he said. "It SMELLED like SHIT, but it was GOOD SHIT. She was a MULE for one of the Cartels, and one of the balloons in her ass POPPED. She had so much her heart EXPLODED. I wanted to drink her cocaine-laced blood, but they said it was BAD to do that to a GIRLFRIEND."

Lois coughed, tasted bile in her mouth. "Yes, I can definitely...see how that would be a problem. You're sure this is where you're supposed to meet your dealer?"

"HMMM," he mumbled loudly. He was beginning to twitch and shiver...

Lois looked around at the rows of plants. These didn't look like coca plants; they were all marijuana...and she said so.

Snowflame slapped his forehead. "Of COURSE! We're in the wrong PLACE! Come on..."

Without further ado, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from the door that she had come in. Lois felt a twinge of pain in her shoulder, and struggled to keep up on the loamy soil. The ****-addicted, ****-empowered supervillain was almost running through the rows, but seemed to know exactly where he was going...

I wonder if he has a special cocaine-sense that tells him where **** are, the reporter thought. Then shook her head at the obviously ridiculous thought.

There was a set of doors up ahead, and they burst through them...and Lois Lane's eyes widened in shock.