donny was slowly dying, his stupid heroin addled brain barely cogniscent of what was truly going on "mommy help... mommy.. mommy... icp help me... shaggy 2 dope please save me.." then a splat echoed in bevs shitty apartment. he felt warm viscuous liquid running down his legs and up into the back of his shirt. then he smelled it. the disgusting 2 week old heroin junkie shit he had managed to keep inside himself was spilling out of him in hos death throes. "aww garr dang it. dat aint no good. GRAN-MAW I DUN POOPED MUHSELF AGIN"