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Thanks for the reply, fair points. Then why not run the endotoxin tests for 1 month, get results that reassure those customers who (perhaps baselessly) are concerned about it, and then drop it for another incentive scheme in the following month. Such as, GCMS testing of raws.

You could even let customers vote on the incentive schemes. That way, the testing will address the aspects that customers are most concerned about at the time.
Examples can be done, if there were a demand, but here we're talking about a retarded spammer, and few curious guys, people invest to get something back, I don't think I am getting any of readalot money to answer his curiosity.
 
This is you bitching about something that happened on page 2503 in this thread?
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Dearly beloved, today we gather to remember a golden era—an era of cheap steroid raws and accessible gear, a time when the gates to gains were wide open and the road to physical transformation was readily traveled. These times blessed us with affordability and ease, allowing countless lifters and dreamers to reach for new heights without the strain on their wallets or the fear of a sketchy source.

But as the tides change, so too must we let go of this once-thriving ease of access. With rising costs and stricter regulations, the days of simple solutions have dimmed, replaced by uncertainty and, yes, the impending specter of imbalanced hormones and unexpected “side effects.” We bid farewell to the era when so many could balance their levels with a few clicks and little worry, and brace ourselves for the unknown ahead.

So raise a final toast to the days gone by. Gone but not forgotten, they will be missed.

-Drago

P.S. I have posted this on GenericAsia thread as well. Amen.
 
Examples can be done, if there were a demand, but here we're talking about a retarded spammer, and few curious guys, people invest to get something back, I don't think I am getting any of readalot money to answer his curiosity.
He is certainly an outlier. But there's a sizable number of customers who look not just for the cheapest price, but also for quality. And frequent and broad testing (even if some of those tests may be redundant), will reassure those potential customers about quality (along with clarity of oils, lack of floaters etc, which you are already working on).
 
Dearly beloved, today we gather to remember a golden era—an era of cheap steroid raws and accessible gear, a time when the gates to gains were wide open and the road to physical transformation was readily traveled. These times blessed us with affordability and ease, allowing countless lifters and dreamers to reach for new heights without the strain on their wallets or the fear of a sketchy source.

But as the tides change, so too must we let go of this once-thriving ease of access. With rising costs and stricter regulations, the days of simple solutions have dimmed, replaced by uncertainty and, yes, the impending specter of imbalanced hormones and unexpected “side effects.” We bid farewell to the era when so many could balance their levels with a few clicks and little worry, and brace ourselves for the unknown ahead.

So raise a final toast to the days gone by. Gone but not forgotten, they will be missed.

-Drago

P.S. I have posted this on GenericAsia thread as well. Amen.
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$50 extra per kit would at a bare minimum require some high quality pro looking labels and stoppers along with proper fill and no floaties. If for nothing else make them easier if someone were to want to resell them.
 
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In the stillness of his bedroom, when the screen had gone dark, Jeff was left with the truth he couldn’t deny. His closet was filled not just with the things he hid from the world—dildos, vibrators, symbols of the life he wanted but was too afraid to embrace—but also the weight of loneliness and shame. He had built his own prison, one made of denial and self-loathing, and now he was trapped in it.

In the end, MyNameIsJeff remained as he had always been: in the shadows, in a dark, damp closet of his own making. The anger he’d flung at others hadn’t freed him. It had only tightened the chains around him, leaving him alone with the secret he was too afraid to face and a life he felt he could never truly live.
 
Gay, a MynameIsJeff memoir:

MyNameIsJeff was a nobody on MESO, lurking in the shadows, always ready with a biting remark or a crude joke. To most, he was just the loud, abrasive guy, taking shots at anyone he thought looked weak. But beneath the bravado, Jeff carried a secret—a part of himself he didn’t dare share, a truth he kept hidden in a dark corner of his mind. He was gay, and he was terrified of what that meant.

Unable to accept himself, Jeff lashed out on the forum. He mocked others, projecting his insecurities onto them, hoping that by doing so, he’d silence the voices inside himself. He thought that by tearing down others, he’d somehow feel stronger, less vulnerable, less… different. But each post only left him feeling emptier, and each argument made him retreat further into himself.

In the stillness of his bedroom, when the screen had gone dark, Jeff was left with the truth he couldn’t deny. His closet was filled not just with the things he hid from the world—dildos, vibrators, symbols of the life he wanted but was too afraid to embrace—but also the weight of loneliness and shame. He had built his own prison, one made of denial and self-loathing, and now he was trapped in it.

In the end, MyNameIsJeff remained as he had always been: in the shadows, in a dark, damp closet of his own making. The anger he’d flung at others hadn’t freed him. It had only tightened the chains around him, leaving him alone with the secret he was too afraid to face and a life he felt he could never truly live.
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