The chair is knocked over, and Stanley stumbles off. He realizes that he needs those meds (that may or may not exist) for his schizophrenia (that may or may not exist) before this reality (that may or may not exist) degenerates into chaos and madness.He chugs the milk... the walls melt away around him...
A man wakes up in a straitjacket in a white room.
"Purple smurf feels a terrible feeling in his heart. It has stopped. He only has seconds to live."
"youh WHAHT"Jet clutches his chest and falls to the floor suddenly.He's fallen unconscious.
* takes furry's drink**dumps it on Stanley*That'll teach you to order fake flavors in my milk bar you lil stuff
I splash the remaining water in my cup on the Purple Smurf"Yep, he's dead"
The man calls out."Hello? Is anyone there? I was in a bar, and now I'm here. Is there a doctor? Doctor Locke?"
"within minutes Purple Smurf is dead."
Jet refuses to die.He coughs after water was splashed on him and slowly regains his consciousness."fffffforget you op"
"This would have had actual ramifications if it weren't for the fact that he was a ghost. Now he is like the narrator. Unseen for eternity."