Mad honey is also thought to help with erectile dysfunction[4] and increase sexual performance.[5] Most cases of mad honey poisoning are experienced by middle-aged men.[24]
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Mad honey is also thought to help with erectile dysfunction[4] and increase sexual performance.[5] Most cases of mad honey poisoning are experienced by middle-aged men.[24]
Wikipedia always saves the best for last!
The other side of this would be a pretty good Chief O'Brian at Work comic.
"Oh g'morning kitty, one to beam down?"
beams kitty, smiles
comm beep
Meow meow meow
"Oh uh, yes sir, didn't realize you outrank me, no sir. Yes sir, one to beam up"
beams kitty up
kitty stares at Chief
Meow.
"Ah, yessir, one to beam down."
comm beeps, Chief frowns
Maggie Mae Fish has a video on this topic comparing, in fact, Rob Schneider's parody of comedy to Tim Heidecker's satire of conservative comedy.
The trigger for that is epigenetic, that is, it's caused by genes but they aren't always active. There's a "blocker" molecule on the DNA that prevents those sections from being used for making proteins. When certain things change in the environment, you can gain or lose those blocker molecules.
One of them controls fat storage, and activates during starvation to encourage your body to hold onto any nutrients it can get. Because it is genetic though, it's inheritable. So if any of your parents or grandparents went through a famine or a time of starvation, the epigenetic marker could have been removed and you inherit that missing marker, causing your body to store fat more than other people who have the marker still.
You slide to the ground behind the bed, gasping for breath while also trying to be silent. You crawl under the bed, hidden in the deep shadows and dust. His ghostly light moves down the hallway, the pale glow dimming with each ragged inhale through the fingers clasped tightly over your mouth.
You exhale a sigh of relief and crawl out. Dusting yourself off, your eye catches the old vanity mirror against the wall. Your face is gaunt and skeletal. The Doctor is standing directly behind you. "Please state the nature of your medical emergency," he starts to say, the final words cut off by your echoing screams.