*as spamton's body goes limp and his eyes devoid of color, a last heartbeat of the little hope he had fades, and for the first time in a while the salesman falls silent*
*as spamton feels his conciousndss slipping away slowly, he eyes filled with utmost terror, he didnt want this to be the end*
*TH 1S...[[cant be]]...
*spamton knows all the fault lays on him, his greed his wish to be a [[big shot]] led his friend away, and himself to doom*
* M Y H4ND F3 ELS [[all fuzzy inside]]..
*spamton tries to close his hand but to no avail, despite his best efforts again spamton cant grasp something*
* 4M I [[still not good enough]]?
*spamton just looks blank for a second letting the blood from his mouth spill over, before coming back to conciousness*