Pepe has been diagnosed with Type 3 diabetis because of all the choccy milk he has drank over time. He knew the day he would die would be soon, and today my friend, is today. He wanted to make his last day magical. "Hm, nobody seems to be here right now. Might as well make this moment last with myself."
He knew already what he was going to do with himself. He was wearing a white gown that the hospital forcefully put on him and he felt very uncomfortable with it. He needed his hard member to breath for the last moments on earth. He pulled up his gown and started to stroke himself. "Mmh, my long, green, moist fingers feel AMAZING."
He got bored of that easily though. He wanted to make this angsty. He found a syringe that has not been used and started licking it. He shoved the syringe up his penis hole (I don't know male anatomy, shut up) and screamed in pain and slight pleasure. He kept moving it in and out, in and out. He took it out and found a mix of cum and blood covered all over the syringe. "Shit, my hole is loose. Cum could seep out easier."
He didn't care much and decided that he wanted it to get worse. He stood up and grabbed a chair and covered it up with mucus and shoved the chair leg up his butt. He shoved the chair in so deep, it touched his rib cage. "Time for some blood."
He grabbed a scalpel and cut open his anus and easily got the chair leg out. He didnt really care what happened anymore, he was already going to die. The last thing he did was lay down in bed and bleed and slowly die.
The doctors rushed in when they heard his heart monetor thing beep a really loud beep and the first thing they saw was a sexual frog that was bleeding out of all his holes.
