"No," replied Apple Kid, to his onlooker, as he hovered next to Yamada. "It is not. Every year, the punch gets spiked at some point in the night; I'm trying to track its chemical structure to see exactly how it alters as the evening wears on. I'm getting an early sample, before it has been adulterated. Probably."

It was possible that the punch had always been spiked, and that the others spiking it were simply spiking it further. Crazy hand could have made the punch out of naught but vodka and orange juice.