Jeff: It’s dark in here
Toby: Don’t worry dude I got this
Toby: *Stomps their feet*
Toby: *Skechers light up*
Jeff: God, give me patience.
Toby: I think you mean 'give me strength'.
Jeff: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.
Jeff: *Gets down on one knee*
Toby: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.
Jeff: *Falls over*
Toby: The poison is kicking in.
Jeff: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase.
Toby: Jeff, that's a coma.
Jeff: Sounds festive.
Toby: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE
Jeff: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially
Toby, desperately, as Jeff bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Jeff: Oh! B positive.
Toby: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE