"Are you dead, Mr. Monday?"
"...You are?"
Riley was seated beside Mr. Monday, both of their backs resting on one of the metal crates. Riley placed him there, and it didn't really take long at all before Mr. Monday succumbed to the comfort of death.
"Well, that is very disappointing, Mr. Monday."
Riley glanced at Mr. Monday, pressing his finger on his shoulder. But alas, there truly was no response from Mr. Monday at all—his body was already completely limp, and he just dropped to the floor with the slightest touch.
"I was truly expecting your stomach to burst. I suppose it was a matter of not having enough sodium metal."
He sighed, standing up and patting his pants while looking down at Mr. Monday's corpse. He stared at his eyes, which no longer held any color or light, and shook his head in disappointment.
