Downpressor man.

If you flag this post, you agree that you are the downpressor and you condemn yourself to the following outcome.

When you try to sleep, fear will lurk on the other side, and you will wake.
When you try to eat, fear will eat your liver and you will leave your food.
When you work, clarity will avail your senses and you will just stare.
When you drink, your lips will parch and dry.
And next time you look, you might just have something in your eye.

Why?

Because you are the downpressor man.

Frank will be waiting for you, with a needle in.