Can You Survive Blaine Boysmell/Strangle

Right...this could be your only shot. You manage to get to your feet pretty quickly- and quietly- all things considered. You only hesitate for a moment, and then...
You sprint at the Viera as fast as you can, raising your arms and preparing to strangle the twink...!
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You keel over, falling to your knees. You're gasping for air, wondering what the hell even happened. It's only then that the pain in your throatactually registers with your brain. You clutch your neck wordlessly, hearing your captor begin to speak...
"Some sort of jiu-jitsu throat strike. Not entirely sure...it's just a trick I picked up from an idol of mine."
He tosses something on the ground next to you. It's a plastic DVD case containing the first four seasons of Showtime's hit television series Dexter.
"Hardly a hot take, but Season Four was probably the best one."
You tilt your head with uncertainty. You concede that the Trinity Killer was probably the show's best antagonist, but as an overall season you think there's room for debate.
The Viera strokes his chin.
"No, you're right. Ice Truck Killer...that was...season one? Two? Either way, that was a solid early season."
Your breath returns to you, and you excitedly open your mouth to continue the stimulating discussion of Dexter- only for a rag to be quickly shoved into your mouth. With no delay, the Viera sticks a second syringe into your throat. You do your damnedest to make a perplexed expression, attempting to ask the man what he's injecting you with using only your body language.
His eyes are fixed on the plunger as he presses it down, flooding your bloodstream with god-knows what...but he does answer your question.
"You're wondering what I've just shot inside of you, is that it? I'd have been happy to tell you, had you only been civil."
He removes the syringe, flicking it. You're pretty sure that doctors are supposed to do that BEFORE the injection, but it looks cool, so you give him a pa..s...s...
Your eyes close. The Viera watches your body slump over, expressionless as ever. He sighs tiredly.
"This reaction is never a good sign...please do your best to wake up in a few hours. I have no idea when I'll be able to secure another candidate suitable for testing..."
Alas, the hours pass by...
Your body, motionless, grows ever colder...
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= ENDING A - BAD REACTION =