John Doe, The Man, The Myth, And the Legend Himself, was a big old blob of a killer now…

*HIC*

He got himself into some peach yogurt, and by some, I mean a whole lot of peach yogurt. Somehow stabbed the damn hose and put it in his mouth. Now he’s taut full of peach yogurt

Grrr…. John doe couldn’t talk, let alone whimper due to the corruption in his lungs and pulmonary system

You could rub his belly, or comfort him. Maybe kiss those cute lil red paws. But you won’t know what to do.

WHAT DO YOU DO?