Despite Rigby's efforts, his attempt was in vain. Mordecai failed to notice the flailing and screaming and proceeded to walk into the bedroom.
"NO MORDECAI, WAIT! IT'S ME! RIGBY!"
Rigby's cries for help were too diminutive for the blue jay to pick up. He didn't even feel the raccoon beneath his talon as he took another step forward.
The pain lasted for the briefest of moments as Rigby was crushed by his best friend.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!"
Pop.
Mordecai sat down on the edge of his bed, unaware of the creature pasted to his sole.
"Hmm... I wonder where he could be?"
There's no Father Time or arm-wrestling match with Death this time. Rigby's dead and gone. Perhaps you should have made a wiser choice.
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