As you guys know... NO OWN OTH. This will be my first drama.

"Ha-Ha!" laughed Verne.

"What's so funny?" asked an angry Hammy.

"You and your cookies." answered a laughing Verne.

Hammy, instead of arguing, simply walks away. He is not in the mood for arguing. In fact, since 9:30 that morning, the only emotion he was feeling was anger and sadness.

Flashback to a talent show:

"Okay, the next participant will be Hammy." said RJ.

"Oh great!" said Verne.

"Shut it, you fat douche." warned Hammy.

Verne was a little taken back by Hammy's edgy tone, so he shut up almost immediately.

"As you can tell, I'm not in a good mood, not that any of you care. I will not bore you. I'm just going to say that I'm going to present you will my new cookie-made invention. It's a detector of…well, it's actually a cookie despenser that also tells you when you're going to die. I can show you if you want." said Hammy.

With that said, the everyone burst into laughter. This caused Hammy's anger to explode.

"SHUT UP!!!! I'm sick of everyone laughing at me, and mocking me for who I am and what I like to do. You mock me, but if I was to disappear or die, you'd…never mind. You don't care, none of you." said Hammy.

Hammy then burst into tears and ran away.

End of flashback

Hammy's friends has been mocking and laughing at him ever since. Luckily, after a few hours, the day was over. Hammy ran to the log, angry tears flowing from his eyes. Suddenly, Hammy started to wheeze, and he became short of breath. As sudden as it happened, it stopped. He was not asthmatic, so he didn't understand why he was having respiration problems. Nonetheless, RJ made an appointment to see the doctor, which was going to be today. For you see, Hammy has become short of breath on several occasions over the past week. He sees RJ standing, ready to walk him to his doctor's appointment. He silently comes towards him and walks with him. The whole time they were walking to the doctor's office, Hammy and RJ were silent. Well, RJ was only talking in his mind.

"Man, Hammy's been acting pissed off, he's running out of breath all the time. He was always a go-happy fun-loving person. I hope he's okay. Maybe it's stress. Wait a minute-- I think it was from that talent show. It was all of us. But it mostly was that bitch, Verne. He acts like a asshole all the time. Fuck him-- Oh, shit! I'm looking at Hammy for 2 minutes now! He's gonna think I'm gay with him, even though I'm not!"

RJ turned away in a milisecond.

Soon, they were at the doctor's office. Hammy walks into the waiting room of the doctor's office; the office was painted white, had an aquarium of Goldfish (yes, the actual crackers), and various catalogs about random things. After an hour of waiting, Hammy goes into the examination room.

"Hello, Hammy. Can you tell me what's wrong?" asked Dr. Simba.

"Lately I've been having problems breathing after I get pissed off at people." explained Hammy.

"Well, let's have a look." said Dr. Simba.

After 2 hours of medical examinations and blood work and test, the doctor comes into the room.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news. It seems that after years of second-hand smoking because of stress, you have been diagnosed with lung cancer. Worse than that, it seems that you only have 3 days to live after today. I'm sorry." said Dr. Simba with his voice breaking.

Dr. Simba leaves the room. He can hear Hammy crying behind the door.

"Poor guy. I'm gonna miss him."

Soon Hammy and RJ left and went home. Hammy, once he got home, he runs to the log, still crying heavily. He gets a card, writes "LEAVE ME ALONE" on it, then puts it in front of the log. He lies down, where he has another wheezing attack. Once the attack is over, he stops crying. That is when Ozzy comes in.

"What's wrong?" asked Ozzy.

"I have lung cancer, and after today, I have three days to live!" said Hammy, with tears running down his cheeks.

Ozzy was about to faint until Hammy stopped him

"I need advice on what to do!"

"You can accept your death!" said Ozzy.

"Only if I have too!" said Hammy.

"You could commit suicide!" said Ozzy.

"Hell no!" said Hammy. "Sorry about the language."

"It's alright. You can think of a cure!" said Ozzy.

"I don't have the time!" exclaimed Hammy. "I guess I'll just have to accept my death."

Ozzy, looking emotional, hugs Hammy and leaves.

"How am I going to tell the rest of my friends?" asked Hammy, to no one in particular.

"Suddenly, there is a knock on the log. Hammy doesn't answer. Instead, he lies back down.

"Come in!" said Hammy.

They do. In the logway stand Heather, Spike, Bucky, and Quillo.

"What do you want?" asked Hammy.

"Were sorry about earlier." said the four friends.

"Apologies accepted. Now leave!" said Hammy, with authority.

"What's wrong?" asked Heather.

"I'm emotionally and physically drained. Now please leave. I'll explain tomorrow." said Hammy.

The four friends look at him with concern, but fulfill his request and leave. After they left, Hammy attempted to fall asleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day...or will it?