The Legend of the Dying Man Edit
Once upon a time, a legend was told (probably by someone on chrolophyll)
[Old Father] My son...
[Son] yes? Speak now!
[Old Father] The 2 million emeralds...they are buried in the... in the... uuaakrghhh..
(father stiffens and collapses with a gurgle)
[Son] NO! You can't do that to me! Father! I wanted those emeralds, and the old prune had to die just before he told me!
(picks up a dagger in rage and starts viscously stabbing the old man's corpse. Blood sprays everywhere)
[Old Father] ...I'm not..dead...
(son immediately drops the dagger and tends to his wounds)
[Son] Sorry, the dagger... slipped
[Old Father] I've lost... a lot of blood...but the emeralds..they are buried...aarghhkhh...
(father stiffens and collapses with a gurgle again)
(son pulls out a TASER and jabs it under his neck and pulls the trigger. Sparks fly everywhere and that dramatic theme from the 1987 Superman movie plays at 40 decibels)
[Old Father] ...chlorophyll...
(son immediately pulls a large sack out from under the mattress and gives him a quick sniff)
[Old Father] Ahhh... that's better. i just love the smell of fresh chlorophyll in the morning
[Son] now, pops, the emeralds...?
[Old Father] my son... my dearest son... the light of my life... the hope that banishes -
[Son] yes, yes, get on with it!
[Old Father] the emeralds... they are buried...
[Old Father] ...I - I... I can't remember. I blame the chlorophyll.
(*son goes into Rage Mode*, father stiffens and collapses with a gurgle)
[Old Father] whispers I'm dead for real this time...