Lucy walked into the library and almost face-planted from tripping over George, who was sprawled on the floor.
"George! I almost died! What are you doing on the floor?!" Lucy yelled. But George just moaned pitilessly. After a bit of expectant staring, Lucy shook her head and went to go sit in her favorite armchair to continue reading that detective novel. She didn't get very far though. George kept letting out increasingly dramatic groans and was squirming distractingly on the ground.
"Would you stop that!" she snapped.
"I'm dying." This proclamation was followed by some more moaning and wriggling.
"Really? What fun!" The skull was wearing a grotesque grin. Lucy gave it a look.
"No, you're not." Lucy refuted while rolling her eyes.
"I really am," George whined. He continued "I haven't had any cake all day. And there isn't anymore in the kitchen. And I don't have the strength to go to Ariff's."
Lucy had to stifle a laugh. Oh, who was she kidding? She burst into loud giggles. George gave her an affronted look from his position on the floor. Which just made her laugh louder.
"Is that really what all this fuss is about." The statement was stuttered between giggles.
"This isn't a laughing matter! I'm serious! I can feel the life leaving my body!" George shouted.
Still occasionally giggling, Lucy stood up and walked over to the doorway.
"Whatever you say, George." she said before leaving the room.
George frowned from his position. "I really am dying. I am."