"Nah, man. Not a word."

You blink, trying hard to process everything at once.

"Come on, brah. What's going on? That stuff's rank. Car sin oh jen ick."

You manage, with some cognitive effort, to relay your tale of woe to the monster.

"Deep, man, deep. Sounds like you've got a real eye for the beauteous stuff. Tell you what: come with me, got just the thing that'll help."

Suppress all your natural instincts and go with the monster.           (new)

Politely decline the offer.           (new)