Mordecai and Rigby

Cake.

"She doesn't look sad. I can't mean a thing to her if she isn't even the slightest bit upset that I dumped her. I don't like her but it still bothers me," Rigby let out without hesitation.

This must really be bothering him. How can I tell? I can tell because Rigby never tells me anything if it involves his feelings. He likes to bottle things up. I don't like that but I can't say I blame him.

I only frowned at him. Margaret hasn't really broken my heart yet so I don't get how he feels. I can't really say anything to help him feel better.

Eileen was skipping joyfully from table to table. She really was happy if she is still smiling while working at an unvistited coffee shop that pays terribly. At this point, I felt really bad for Rigby.

"Eat your cake. Some sugar in your system'll cheer you up," I saif half heartedly.

Rigby looked up at me with swollen eyes. "Yeah I guess so," he muttered as he picked up his plastic fork and stabbed it into the chocolate cake before him.

Not too long after he stuffed his face full, he was talking and talking non stop. I was almost to the point of wanting him to be sad about Eileen again. At least that way I could get a moment of silence but he kept going on and on.

It's almost like he chugged a whole bottle of whiskey down, he's acting so bizzare.

I pecked a piece off of the cake and held it to my nose. It didn't smell like cake at all. It smelled like... some odd chemical.

"Margaret!" I called out. No reply.

"Margaret, I need to talk to you!" Nothing.

Before I could yell out again, Rigby slurred his last sentence and collapsed onto the floor, hitting his head hard on the ground.