harvesting the clean-urine source
Neither stimulants nor depressing compounds pass my lips, as is prescribed in the holy teachings of my faith.
Context
The clean-urine economy's comic engine caught in the act: the devout Muslim thirteen-year-old, substance-free by faith, is walking around desperate for a lavatory — and Pemulis, hearing "neither stimulants nor depressing compounds pass my lips," instantly recognizes a clean-urine source and moves in to broker the harvest. Piss-test evasion turned into a supply chain, the pure urine of the abstinent worth money to the users upstream.