R.I.P
"One two three four." Roy counted down as the defibrillator recharged itself.
"Clear!" John announced as he applied the electric shock to the patient.
The line on the monitor stayed flat.
"No conversion. Hit em' again, Johnny." Roy pushed the button to recharge the machine again.
"One two three four. 400 watts," Roy declared.
"Clear!" John delivered another shock. To no avail. The line stayed flat.
"Oh, well. We gave it our best shot, Roy."
"We'll have to give it a decent burial." Roy picked up the patient and prepared to take a bite.
"Delicious!" John declared.
"The best grilled cheese sandwich I ever ate. Who would have guessed a defibrillator would be so helpful to make a nice grilled cheese sandwich?" Roy said, chewing on his sandwich.