“Arrr, matey! Clonazepam’s makin’ a ruckus with a scallywag label—danger be nigh! Beware, ye landlubbers!”
2024-11-22
Ahoy, mateys! Sixteen barrels o’ them clonazepam tablets be makin’ a speedy retreat ‘cause o’ a mix-up in their wrappin’! If ye be swallowin’ ‘em wrong, it might just send ye to Davy Jones’ locker! Avast, keep yer wits about ye! Arrr!
Avast ye scallywags! Gather 'round fer a tale from the high seas of medicine! Sixteen cursed lots of clonazepam, them orally disintegratin’ tablets that be easier to swallow than a barrel o' rum, have been hoisted back into the depths of Davy Jones' locker due to a grievous packaging error. Aye, this blunder be a right treacherous affair, as it be holdin’ the power to send a poor soul to the land o' the dead quicker than a cannonball flyin’ through the air!