This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.
Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though...
Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.
The richest, creamiest fat in the world. The fat of the land.