Apologies for not uploading this sooner. I wasn't happy with the drano scene. I'm still a little iffy about it, but I changed it a bit, and I think it's good enough to upload and end your waiting.
"Is Drano really that bad?" McGee asks as he and Tony head to Tony's place, carrying the recently-purchased bottle of drain unclogger at his side.
"I've heard people have died from drinking it. It must be."
"D'you think it poisons you?" He looks at the warning label on the back. "May burn eyes and skin on contact.. do not ingest, do not get on skin, clothing, in eyes.. It burns?"
"You can't die from a little burning, can you? It must be poison."
McGee lowers the bottle, looking sick to his stomach. "I don't know why I let you talk me into this."
"Deep down, you're pretty excited about this. Admit it."
"I told you Tony, I've died plenty already. It's not fun. It hurts, it's annoying, returning to life tires me out.."
"But who else gets to experience so many things? We should make something out of this. You could write a book.. I could make a movie!" Suddenly, he stops walking, eyes growing wide. "I.. could make a movie! Me!"
McGee keeps walking, shaking his head. "You have your video blog. No movie."
Tony grumbles and trots after McGee to catch up with him. "Spoil my one chance to get my name with the other great filmmakers."
"Sorry, Tony. I don't want people to start asking and prying and finding out about my secret, then I would have to leave you guys."
"Ooh.. right." Tony glances over at McGee before looking back ahead of them. "I'd miss picking on ya if you left."
Knowing Tony's way of saying 'I'd miss you', he smiles and agrees. "I'd miss it too."
"Ready, McGee?" Tony holds up the camera as McGee gets into position in the bathroom. They had agreed on the bathroom, just in case this got messy. McGee has commented on how reassured he was that Tony was willing to risk McGee over his rug. Tony replied that McGee's life was more easily replaced than his rugs. McGee knew Tony didn't mean anything by it, but it still hurt him a little.
"Yeah, as I'll ever be." He unscrews the cap as Tony sets the camera down, hitting play. He pops into its view. "Way to die #2: Death by Drano." He heads back to the back of the camera as McGee takes a deep breath, looking at the bottle. A few tense moments pass before he quickly lifts it up, putting the bottle to his mouth, and chugging it as quickly as possible, downing it completely in seconds. The reaction is almost instantaneous.
He drops the bottle, grabbing his throat as he gasps and gags. He keels over, trying to throw up-but he doesn't have to try for long, because it begins immediately. Blood-red vomit hits the floor of the bathroom as his hand flies to his throat, a look of intense pain appearing on his face. Tony watches, horror-stricken face hidden from the camera, as McGee clutches at throat and stomach; gagging, shaking; finally, dropping to the floor and writhing in agony. This continues for several minutes, McGee gasping, trying to croak out the word 'help'. He looks up at Tony, eyes displaying immense pain, struggling against the suffering-unable to speak, or even breathe.
"Oh, shit.. McGee?" Tony sets the camera down, ready to go to his friend's aid; but just as he takes a step, McGee relaxes, growing still, letting out a gurgling moan. Tony watches, frowning. {Pain, very painful way to die..}
Almost forgetting, Tony turns and shuts off the camera after it films an extra ten seconds of the scene of death. He watches, looking at the Drano bottle fearfully, walking over to pick it up and discard it. "Hey.. McGee? You alive yet?"
McGee squeezes his eyes shut as a signal to Tony; not only is he there, but he's in serious pain.
"Did you.. die yet? Uh, one blink for no, two for yes." He pauses to wait, and after a few moments, sees two blinks. "Good! You'll heal then," he says, feeling relieved. He sits on the edge of the tub, awaiting his downed friend to return to health.
It's several minutes before McGee is finally healed and begins slowly getting up. "Tony.. gonna.. kill ya, man.." He gets to sitting and puts a hand to his neck, rubbing it, the memory of the pain still fresh in his mind. "Drano.. no way.."
"I never knew it was THAT bad, man. I'm sorry." Tony eyes the Drano bottle with severe distrust; it's one product he will never buy again.
"Me.. neither," McGee replies, still working on regaining his voice. "I never.. want to see ano..ther bottle of that stuff."
"I don't blame you." Tony pauses, looking McGee up and down. Still blood and vomit on his clothes. "Might want to take a shower."
Looking down at himself, McGee groans. "Again. I need to start wearing really old clothes for these things."
"Hmm.. Thrift store?"
"Yep."