I-I don't kn-kn-know wh-what to say! You mean I'm going to die? I can't believe it. Oh cruel world. I eat food. So now I'm going to die.
Well! That's it then. I'm not eating any more.
I'll beat this death thing. I'm going to live off of air. I'll just swallow a lot of it and burp a bunch. Just think of the benefits. There will be no need to ever have to use the bathroom again. Nothing gowing in, nothing going out. I'll lose weight, and we know that that's a healthy thing. I won't have to worry about kife skills, or cooking skills anymore. I'll be able to spend the time I used to waste on cooking for more useful activites. It's all good.
Yup, I'm going to quit eating. That's the answer. Now who's with me?
Seeeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North