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[Rayflo feels like he was hit by a truck. Sleeping in his coffin usually helps him feel better, but now he's wondering if someone took out his dirt and replaced it with rocks.
There are only a few reasons he's ever felt this bad and only one of them can get near him at the moment. And Johnny's a bit too annoyed to private this.]
Cherry you jerk...you said you weren't hungry, but you attack me in my sleep?