Kiwi, waking Roll Cake up: Hey- you ok?
Roll Cake: I'm dead.
Kiwi: I know, you must feel like crap after that-
Roll Cake: No, I went through cardiac arrest eight minutes ago. I'm deceased.
Kiwi: Oh, come on- *checks his pulse* ...but... how are you talking?
Roll Cake: Superior training. Indomitable will.
Kiwi: You really don't have a pulse!
Roll Cake: Just adrenaline and rage keeping me going. Also, military grade Adderall.
