This stimulant has a caffeinelike effect.

So in this specific role, in this specific scene, my fontal rush of propulsive fear, my prickly self-strickenness, and my strangled underlaugh that was (and still is) a result of what Sigmund Freud identified as the “liminal dilemma between the intense desire for supplication and the concurrent need for masochistic provocation” all combined to create an illusion of a brilliant stage presence, bursting with potential and future possibility.

Phobos' lack of the classic red color of Mars further suggests it was not originally a Martian outformation as a natural satellite, and therefore was probably a captured chunk from another extraterrestrial formation.

You had to tit the girl up for about a year! You had to tit her up round the flats! … You titted her up over the jumper, over the jumper. Then you got under the jumper!