Nothing special

Part 12

I was just there, vulnerable, on the ground, paralyzed.
"I knew something was up with the food" I say. I attracted the attention of one of them.
"What? Have something to say?"
I repeated it.
"But the poison was tasteless, is my cooking really that bad?"
"No, no, it wasn't bad, like, it just tasted a bit weird"
"No, no, I get it, you don't have to hide it, I know it sucks"
"It's not like that, it just tasted different from other things I've tried"
"Dude, you're literally about to die, you don't have to spare my feelings, I legit poisoned you"
"Okay, fine, the food was horrible and I only scarfed it down because I didn't wan't it to go to waste."
"Wow, harsh"
"Shut up, I'm literally dying"
"What? Did my cooking do it?"
"Ugh, just let me die in peace"
"I hope you rot in hell"
"Right back at ya"