It's a beautiful day. Raoul and Patrick went to the new york park (I forget the name) and they sit there. "IT SMELLS SO BAD OUT HERE" yells Raoul, he just took mescaline :( don't do drugs, Raoul! And then Patrick sigghhss and rubs his temples "It's because you packed actual spoiled fucking eggs you fucking dumb bitch I want to cut your head off and drink your blood"
"IT SMELL LIKE BOILED EGGS OUT HERE!" Raoul yells and falls back onto the ground and hits his head, getting knocked out.
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Hours later at night, he wakes up at the hospital, covered in blood! Apparently, he smashed his skull in on a rock. Patrick is sitting there also. "They tested your blood...and they found this..." He pulled out a snail with a blue shell and a very unamused expression.
Raoul Duke shot up from his bed, ripping the neck brace off. "OH MY GOD! Is that...that...IS THAT BABY SNAIL FROM ...FRITZTOK?!?!?"
"Raoul what the actual hell are you talking about" Patrick rolls his eyes.
Raoul rubs his eyes and his vision becomes unblurry. He was actually holding a paper that says he tested positive for ebola. He's going to die in a week.
