Sorgi was more ticked off than most people had ever seen him.
"Try it sometime, then. Being me. See if you can stomach being the black sheep of three different families."
Sorgi was really ugly. He didn't have much going for him. In the next instant he spun off a line of swear words, tripped, and looked incredibly stupid hitting the ground and continuing to swear.
His face froze in comical and hideous anger as his neck broke and he died, bent unpleasantly in half.
"Oh, dear, he's dead." a lot of people said dumbly.
It was incredibly rude of him to interrupt the leadership meeting party, and then raise a bunch of drama and die.
"Sorry I had to reschedule the meeting, you guys, let's get down to business," Abby was saying a week later. "We left off with the year's schedule. Like I said, I can do every Thursday. How's everyone else?"
After a short pause, Carl said, "Well, what about the things Sorgi was saying? Do you think we should...uh...rethink the way we have been doing things?"
Abby blinked plainly as if the very idea of a contradiction didn't compute with her.
Marla broke in diplomatically, saying, "Sorgi was very upset that day and his death was a tragedy."
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