Chocolate Muffins of Death!!!

[shisteer of nothing much]

*dies*

[Verdauga]

No no no. She walked in eating a muffin. Obviously she can't be eating a CMOD because she isn't-- *Sees Teer's dead body.*

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

*prepares for grief and wailing*

[Booklover]

*eats a blueberry muffin* *sees Teer and calls 999*

[shisteer of nothing much]

(111, you mean)

[Booklover]

(It's an emergency.)

[shisteer of nothing much]

(Which is why you should ring 111. You may be in England, but I'm in New Zealand and the English emergency services aren't going to be very impressed if you ring them, rather than the NZ ones)

[Verdauga]

*Transfers life force into Teer to bring her back.*

[shisteer of nothing much]

*Wales up* Heyo.

[Verdauga]

Hallo. You had me worried there.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Sorry. I seem to be prone to dying. Bad habit, really.

[Verdauga]

Not the nicest habit to one's health.

*Bundles up a few muffins.* Stay safe!

[shisteer of nothing much]

Will do. Thanks for the help.

[lass of something much]

*power pokes Verdie*

[Booklover]

If only the word death was replaced by something beginning with 't'. Then it would be the perfect thing to be sold by Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler.