They shoot up a potion of dopamine and noradrenaline enhancer,

She was so extraordinarily beautiful that I nearly laughed out loud. She was famine, fire, destruction and plague, the only true begetter. Her breasts were apocalyptic, they would topple empires before they withered. Her body was a miracle of construction. She was unquestionably gorgeous. She was lavish. She was a dark, unyielding largesse. Those huge violet blue eyes had an odd glint. Aeons passed, civilizations came and went while these cosmic headlights examined my flawed personality.

Nature 427, 396-397 (29 January 2004)