"Damn, I wish I had a cigarrette right now," Rikochet said to himself as he embraced the disgustingly rotten corpse of his old friend The Flea, who died dead five months without nobody noticing.
"Dude," Rikochet cried. "I told you several times your lack of hygiene was going to kill you someday. Why didn´t you listen me?"
Then a few white maggots emerged from the mouth of the rotten corpse, making Rikochet to throw up on the floor.
"Now you are dead, and your parents think you are still in your room. What I am supposed to tell them?" Rikochet said, as several tears started falling down his cheeks.
"Dude, you are dead!" Rikochet screamed. "FUCK!"