| Day Five: Late, late evening |
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 | My stomach juices said I'd die today. | |
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| THAT'S why you're here? To die? | |
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| Indeed dear fellow, I am ready for death. | |
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| Well, I hate to break it to you, but you're already dead. Someone (totally not me) killed you five days ago. | |
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| WHAT!!! That's not when I'm supposed to die! It has to be TODAY! | |
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| Glad to see time travel hasn't messed with your priorities. | |
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