[considers, then beckons him over and gestures at the ground. Doodles in the dirt. It appears to be a line graph.]
At first it's sort of bad, but I can't really taste it so I don't think it's as bad as some of the people around me.
Then it gets warm and comfortable and everything sort of relaxes. And that's good. It's really good.
And then it gets terrible because I'm completely aware that I'm dying and I'm dying and I'm dying and nothing can stop it and I don't want to die, and. A lot of that.
And then I fall asleep. [flat line here for a bit]
And then I wake up and everything hurts and I want to throw up.