"No need to bother with the nursing or the shroud, thank you, Jacobi, for I feel like I've already died. I'm in shambles. A mere corpse." To prove his point, he flopped sideways over the chaise, head lolling and arms limp, one trailing to the floor. "I see. Are you sure a small sandwich wouldn't make you feel better, sir?" Alphonse paused in his death throes. "It might. What kind have you got?"
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