He dove forward, crunching his face brilliantly into the edge of the roof, his body whipping forward and slamming into the building’s side as his face slid off and he fell to the ground five stories below, breaking horribly on the concrete and ending up so contorted that his final, copious guff, which also brought forth solids, was directed perfectly into his own grimacing face.
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The last supper
Given that the six men had gone for a spicy banquet and then slept in a room barely big enough to hold a single bed and a wardrobe, it was no surprise that the concentration of guffs in the air had reached combustible levels, and as the flames ravaged their contorted bodies, an onlooker remarked that they were fortunate to have already died of asphyxiation.