Oh no!

Breakfast comes 'round
once a day. But today
he wanted to go 'round
again.

Lunch is coming but
he's not welcome. He's a
pushover; Breakfast will
enlist his aid.

Maybe Dinner will
bring order to things.
Or maybe Mr. Nap will
make all well.

The Cold of Death

*cough*
*moan*
*cough* *cough*
*moan*

*wheeze*
*moan*
*wheeze* *cough* *wheeze*
*moan*

*moan*
*cough* *cough* *moan*
*wheeze* *cough* *cough*
*cough*
*MOAN*

...

Silence.
Sleep?
Aye. Eternal.