He made a grunt and attempted to move his tightfisted left hand, before the gurgle of his final breath escaped his lips in a collapsing sigh, his eyes more cold and lifeless than ever before. His hand relaxed and a slip of paper could be seen.
"Sebastian under no circumstances are you going to perform sick!" "I watched you puke all over their expensive couch so no I'm not going to withstand another trainwreck! We are forfeiting" "NO! I'M THE LEADER!