Abacus wiped his mouth with his hand again, frowning as the bitter taste of "antidote" still clung to his lips. He shook his head, then signed the guestbook: Whatever was added to the "antidote," I applaud the authenticness of it -- when has medicine ever tasted good? I enjoyed the conspiracy, and have learned a valuable lesson here: if my car ever breaks down near a creepy town, and I'm forced to investigate, eat nothing and hitchhike outta there.