Unbelivable. Untakeable. Unbearable. All types of pain. And that was all Grell felt. Shooting pain shot through his stomach. And the worst part, he was in the middle of a reaper's meeting. What was the redhead to do. His stomach grumbled and groaned. He focused on the corner of the room with a broken clock. Bloody great. He wished he had a pocketwatch like Bassy. But he was no longer a butler. He glanced around the room like a hungry chameleon watching for prey. Grell slowly raised a hand to his mouth as he felt warm bile rise halfway up his throat. It burned a little. "Hey Sutcliff you alright?" Another reaper asked. When Grell nodded yes he puked. Everywhere. On the white table cloth and on himself. The scent and the humiliation got to him and he puked again. On another reaper. "Woah. Sutcliff..." the worst part was that when he leaned over to grab the red pen he dropped a loud wet bubbly crackle made the room go silent. Did he just...? Lucky for him he was wearing brown pants today...