You've been walking for 3 hours from your broken down shitbox car in the summer heat. Perspiration drips from every pour in agony with the cottonmouth you have and your starting to halucinate from the sack o' green which is now diminished. There you see it, YOUR HOUSE. You sprint as fast as a kenyan thats found a mate inside and grab the closest thing to extinguish the feeling of want, and replace it with the SATISFACTION OF HAVE! THAT, my friends is, to Quench.
"Dude im so glad you had a dollar for that coke"
"I know man....my thirst has been quenched"