...or, mascot as human has a problem with needles, and faints every time I go to the blood bank. And dissolves. But seriously laughing gas would make it possible for me to donate gallons of my less common blood type (B+).

The whole blood-sucking industry would have to be remade before they'll give me something to offset the freakout I get as they approach me in a crouching position over three-quarters of an hour.