A couple of hours later, my brother and his girlfriend woke me up.
"What the hell is with all the Nyquil?" he asked. I told him about my game and how nothing really exciting happened. Then, he said, "Probably because you bought the wrong shit." I said, "Huh?"
With a smirk on his face, my brother explained, "The ingredient in Nyquil that is used to make crystal meth is called pseudoephedrine. But these don’t have it in them. Look! It even says right here on the front, ‘Now Made without pseudoephedrine.’"
"Then why did they card me for them?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? All I know is that you can’t make meth out of these."
"Son of a bitch!" I exclaimed.
"You are the worst fake drug dealer ever," my brother admonished.
His girlfriend cut in, "You know what you should get? Sudafed. They sell it behind the counter at the pharmacy and they probably won’t give you more than one or two. But it might be funny if you asked to exchange your Nyquil for 25 boxes of Sudafed."