When I went through the security check with my cosmetics, the security officer said they were contraband and asked me to try them on the spot. If I didn't drink them, he would take them away. He also threatened that the higher-ups had something to do with them. Fortunately, with the help of the masses and my heavy coping skills, I successfully passed the test. It turned out that this was not the first time that the security inspector had detained passengers' belongings for no reason. He dug deep and ate them all in one pot. Justice always exists.
